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Friday 27th May

After getting on the scales this morning both Christine and I had an “out-of-body” experience, we had piled on the weight; we were horrified, how did this happen we asked ourselves “knowing very well”, too many “meals out”, and in my case too much “real ale” and on Wednesday, too many “French coffees”, laced with double cream, yummy yummy, but now the cost, urgent diets start today.

No lingering over our miserable breakfast, I had to start the list of jobs I was given.   Firstly I had to assemble a clothes horse, not a standard one mind you, no, Jane bought this one that arrived in about 50-bits, fortunately the instruction booklet was comprehensive and when completed, no bits left over😂😂.   Next it was a trip to the local garden machinery place, the job in-hand was to get the motor hedge trimmer started.   This hadn’t been used for well over a year so suspected the fuel may have gone off but re-assured by David that it had recently been filled up so went for a new spark plug.   One sniff from the garden machine mechanic told me not to waste my money, it was a fuel problem.    The tank not having been drained and being two stroke, as the fuel evaporated it leaves deposits in the carburettor jets etc., and to make matters worse, they were so busy it would be about 6-weeks to repair; over to you Dave!!!

Christine didn’t get out of things to do either though, hers were self inflicted.   She had brought a number of bedding plants from Tom and Kathleen’s to fill the various planters around the guest cottages.   This morning we also had to go to good old B & Q for 100-litres of potting compost, followed by a new experience, we went into Aldi for some bits.

Back for lunch then as Christine started her “gardening” my task was to “mow” the front lawn.   I haven’t mown a lawn for the last 35-years or so🥶🥶🥶; still at least I can sit down on the job, and make the most of the sunshine.

Tonight we are on duty, collecting Mia from Theatre and Dance” school then babysitting as Jane and Dave are taking the opportunity to have a night out.

Tomorrow Dave is heading off to Sweden for a climbing holiday so he has an early start in the morning; please don’t wake us Dave!!!!

Saturday 28th May

Another sunny day “and” I’m wearing shorts, can’t believe our luck.   This morning it was another quick dash to B & Q which of course took much longer than anticipated, Saturday morning and all that!!! Still back in time for lunch.   Because of the fright we both had yesterday morning on the scales, yesterday was a “very” frugal day, minimal fodder and nil alcoholic refreshment and we’re heading down that same path today and across the weekend in the hope we can shed a few KGs, quickly🤞🤞🤞🤞.

Saturday’s afternoon was shattered by the alarm system going off in the barn and we were all chasing round like headless chickens wondering why it had gone off and where one switches the darn thing off.   It even got to the stage where Christine and I carried a ladder from elsewhere and armed with a hammer, was going to silence it once and for all!!!, in fact this alarm was news to Jane, she didn’t know she had one!!!  Anyway, in the mean time she had discovered “another” room inside the barn and once opened, “low-and-behold” a control panel with a keyboard, next issue, what is the code!!!!    At this point Jane contacted Dave on his way to the airport for help and the result was she had the code so all was well; Christine and I returned the ladder and the hammer😀😀

Sunday 29th May

I set about making a gate to fit between the cottages garden and another small, secluded walled garden that Truffle uses.   Christine in the mean time started planting up the bedding plants Tom gave her.   We both struggled to find the right “kit” amongst everything piled into the garage.   The gate was being constructed from a dismantled cot; should be metal to match the arched stonework but this wooden one will do the job for now; it will keep Truffle safe and sound.

Around Midday Jo, one of Jane’s oldest friends from school arrived, she is staying for a few days.   The moment she arrived the two of them didn’t stop talking!!!!!  With Dave away climbing in Sweden, this was a good opportunity for Jo to visit.    The last time we saw Jo was in Abu Dhabi when Jane and Dave lived out there.

The gate was completed eventually but couldn’t be hung as there were no hinges to be found and Christine completed phase one of her planting at the same time so a cuppa was the order of the day.

This evening we were on Baby Sitting duty, again!!!

Monday 30th May

Late this morning we all headed to a local horse show.  Jane had entered her horse “Herbie ”, as she urgently needs the necessary points to qualify for this year’s Nationals on him; 30-minutes to get there, 30-minutes to tack and warm up, 4-minutes competing, 30-minutes to cool him down and load up, then another 30-minutes to drive home; two hours for a 4-minute competition, still it was worth it, she got a good points haul.

The rest of the day just meandered by with nothing particularly happening until the evening when Mark and Ashleigh arrived for the night before heading down to Woolacombe for a prior engagement.     Though we had met up with Mark a week earlier it was particularly nice to meet up with Ashleigh and catch up with her news.   Mia of course was really excited to see them again and collard ‘em for the early part of the evening.   Tonight, and as a “special” treat, we made, “Mega-Biftas with the biz”  for pudding.   Theses are another “Page” special!  At the bottom there is biscuit or similar, then ice cream, a couple of flavours minimum, loaded with as many different kiddies sweets and crumbled chocolate known to man, hundreds and thousands and to complete these bowls full of “delight”, a squirt a sauce, either strawberry, chocolate, raspberry, maple syrup or as we had tonight, a bounty sauce.   As I said a “Page” extravaganza that should carry a health warning!!!

Tuesday 31st May

Mark and Ashleigh disappeared at some “un-godly” hour this morning, none of us heard them so no complaints there!!!!

A week-or-so ago we went to the Broadmead shopping district in Bristol, but apart from finding the Apple shop, we were disappointed, no John Lewis, no Marks and Spencer, in fact a great disappointment.  Yesterday at the horse show, chatting to someone we found out that the Bristol branches of John Lewis and Marks and Spencer were still a “alive and kicking” but had moved to a new “out-of-town” site at Cribbs Causeway, so that’s where we are off to today,

We headed up the M5, parked and was in John Lewis for coffee time, no brandy unfortunately!!!!!   Cribbs causeway boasts two major supermarkets, the largest B&Q I’ve seen and a couple of other well known warehouse shops as well as the Mall which has 150-shops inside,    The walk from John Lewis at one end to Marks and Spencer at the other is a good 10-minute walk at a pace!!!!    

After a couple of hours we’d had enough and decided another pub lunch was called for!!!   Today I selected another ”Butcombe” pub; The Swan at Rowberrow.  This small village, just off the A38 at Churchill Rocks is up a narrow winding lane but to our astonishment the pub car park was “heaving” but there is another one across the road, though this one is controlled by cameras and has a pay station there; which we ignored as we didn’t see it!!!  “This” Swan Inn is a 17th century Grade II-listed pub and it has been modernised inside to cater to today’s clientele but still keep its historical charm.

The reasons for the full car parks and the charging became apparent after chatting to one of the staff.   This carpark is popular for horse riders, walkers and mountain bikers who all visit “Rowberrow Warren”, a privately owned, 543 acres of woodlands managed by Forestry England under lease.

An enjoyable light lunch accompanied by a couple of glasses of their best ale before heading back home.   The payment for the car park was “waived” for customers of the Swan Inn, but we did have to enter our registration number onto a screen, whereupon a picture of our car appeared!!!   Apparently they chase you up with a fine if you park and don’t do the screen but; I wonder if they would have chased us up with Spanish plates🤔!

Wednesday 1st June

Today we’re off researching the coastline from Weston to Minehead as neither of us know this particular area, in fact a day of “grockling” .   This is all part of our decision-making process as where to live once we’ve sold in Spain. 

We headed out to our first stop, Watchet, a small port town at the mouth of the Washford River on the edge of Exmoor National Park.      Our plan was to mooch around this ancient port on the North Somerset coast and get a feel for the area.  Unfortunately many other people also descended in Watchet and there was nowhere to park.   We drove into every car park and observed a queue to park in each one so a quick drive through this quaint but small town and we were on our way heading for Minehed passing through the very small hamlet of Blue Anchor.   Here we noted a cafe and being well past our coffee time, we stopped for a break.    Judging by what we saw, Blue Anchor consisted of a rather nice sandy beach, a static caravan park holiday complex and this cafe, not too inspiring.

After our break and continuing our route to Minehead, we detoured into Dunster, a beautiful old village with a medieval castle overlooking the area and dating back to the Norman conquest; it was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086.  The centrepiece of Dunster is the octagonal “Yarn Market” building built in the early 1600’s when this place became a centre of wool and cloth production and trade.    Again we were not the only tourists wanting to look around Dunster, but on this occasion as we drove into the high street, a car just left its parking space, so quick as a flash, we parked and wandered around this beautiful place; a tourist haven.

Eventually we arrived in Minehead and after driving down to, then along the seafront passing the enormous “Butlins” decided this wasn’t our cup-of-tea so quickly drove out.

After a consultation with the map we decided to head to Woolacombe in North Devon where we knew there was a good sandy beach, facing the Atlantic, at the start of the Bristol Channel. 

The route along the coast consists of narrow lanes and picturesque villages as it weaves its way along Exmoor and being reasonably high up one has spectacular views across the Bristol Chanel to Wales.

During the drive we concluded this part of Somerset didn’t hit the spot and between Minehead to Woolacombe was far too remote and poor access from the M5.

Arriving down the big hill into Woolacombe we had a superb view of the beach and the Atlantic but, being a beautiful day the grockles were out in force; from on-high it appeared the beach was crawling with ants.   The rest of Woolacombe really only catered for holiday makers, holiday caravan parks everywhere.   Glad we had look but certainly not on our list of suitable places to live so after a quick look-around, headed to the M5.

Today has been a good day in-so-much as we have a good idea where not to look for property!!!

Back at Hope Farm we were back on Baby sitting duties as Jane and her riding friend, Tiguan went to the cinema.   That’s it Jane, make the most of the “oldies” staying!!!!!

Friday 20th May

With the rearranged weekend we brought forward our trip to Marian’s in Derbyshire via Oakham Bites for our customary “bacon butty” stop, then to Mark’s at Chapel Brampton to drop some books off, but first we had to clear up our “borrowed house”: thank you very much Bill and Jenny for once again letting us stay there.

With the car packed we headed up the A3 in the rain, but as we arrived at Oakham the rain stopped, very fortuitous. With our mouths watering we went and ordered our usual, double bacon baguettes.   It’s funny, we always try and come here when in U.K., not only have they have been voted “the U.K.’s best bacon butty place”, they actually “do” make excellent ones; freshly baked baguettes at all times and freshly cooked bacon to order, what can be better.   Today though we were disappointed; the fellow cooking was different, not the regular chap, and he left the baguettes on a heater causing them to be “over-cooked” and the bacon was crispy, not to our liking so overall we were disappointed; oh dear, and after such great expectations!!!    Obviously we will have to return at least once to give them a chance to redeem themselves.   Never mind, it is what it is so we just got on with it and off we headed, ignorant of what was to come!

Ten minutes after leaving the Oakham woods we joined the M25, well the “car park”.   Our original ETA was circa 1400hrs, Tom Tom was giving us an arrival time of 1535hrs and as we crawled along the arrival time was getting towards 1600hrs until a new route came up.   We also heard on the traffic news about a lorry fire at Junction 15A on the M1, “our junction” 👹👹. The new route took us off the M25 at Stains, and then we were routed through Windsor towards High Wycombe where we joined the M40 heading west to Oxford.  On leaving the M40 at Oxford, we joined the A43 heading north towards Northampton, at last we were wizzing along, well until we noticed a sign saying the road was closed at Brackley, unbelievable, but when we arrived we were pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t; must have been an old sign!   Approaching Towcester the traffic started to back up when Tom Tom sent us off the A43 onto some country lane and arrival time was now 1602hrs.   We followed numerous country lanes, through small housing estates and remote villages, and suddenly our lane arrived at the Towcester roundabout where the A5 crosses the A43.   Here the four main roads into the roundabout were gridlocked, most probably due to diverted traffic thanks to the fire on the M1 at 15A.   Our country lane was empty and our exit to Northampton was also clear so we “shot” across; the first bit of good luck we’ve had all day!!!   Anyway as predicted we arrived at Mark’s at 1602hrs, just liked Tom Tom 0predicted, albeit 2-hrs later than planned!!!.

We were greeted by Mark and “Oakley” their new Beagle puppy, a pretty and playful “sharp toothed” dog with “sharp claws” to match; still that will change once baby teeth have gone and going out for walks begins.  He hasn’t finished his jabs yet.    Paula soon joined us and we had a good, but short, get together catching up with news etc.

An hour or so after arriving we left for Flagg, Derbyshire.   We were dreading heading up the M1 on a Friday evening but to our surprise the motorway was reasonably clear and after a pleasant drive, arrived at Marian’s around 1900hrs.    We were tired though having spent most of the day in a car, in traffic jams, with sporadic rain.

Saturday 21st May

We decided we would take it easy today.  A late start and a visit to Morrisons followed a late breakfast then back to Rockfield House for a light lunch.   

This afternoon I was on tender-hooks, today is the penultimate round of the premiership and apart from crossing everything for Northampton Saints against Saracens, I had a vested interest in Gloucester; hopefully they will be defeated by Harlequins!!! Then of course there is the Spanish GP qualifying, though it will have to be the highlights today.

By mid afternoon part one was complete, Gloucester had lost and now it was down to Saints.   The chances of a win were remote but a losers bonus point would be very handy and following on the radio wasn’t quite the same.  At halftime Saints, in spite of a yellow card, we’re 1-point ahead, yeah.   The second half was different, Saracens ran away with the game until the last quarter when Saints got their “mo-jo” back and scored three tries and more importantly held Saracens out.   At the final whistle the score was 42 – 38 to Saracens, but though we lost we picked up two crucial bonus points so now it is all on next week when we play Newcastle🤞🤞🤞🤞

Following the rugby we watched the qualifying highlights of the GP after which we were quite exhausted so had an early one.

Sunday 22nd May

Marian cooked us our first and only “proper breakfast” we’ve had since back in England, and very scrumptious it was too, a big thank you to Marian.  The weather today was nice so I got the strummer out, what I hear some of you say, Geoff gardening???  I know but it had to be done and Christine cleared up behind me, “no change there” some of you may be saying.

A Sunday roast was also enjoyed late afternoon then we all settled down to watch the Spanish Grand Prix.   There were four of us all rooting for different drivers so it was a very interesting evening.   The conclusion was one of us won!!!!!    Anyway, half an hour after the excitement it was bed time.

Monday 23rd May

Today we decided to take a trip to Cheadle to do some shopping leaving Marian to do her work; thanks to Covid she works from home.

The run over top by the “Cat and Fiddle” wasn’t as good as it should have been as it was raining with low clouds, therefore the visibility was blurred.   Still being positive, no traffic holdups!!!   

It was very strange as these days trying to find a Marks and Spencer for clothes is quite difficult they are closing them and only opening Food halls.   Additionally, finding a John Lewis is like finding “hens teeth” yet in Cheadle there were both and in close proximity to each other, hence our trip to Cheadle!!!

The run back was better, firstly minimal to no rain, and secondly we returned via another route to help break the boredom.   On this route we passed several fields with sheep and their lambs running around and also a few Cows with their offspring.

Christine was on cooking duty tonight and we enjoyed a “Hairy Biker” diet recipe (Salmon with ginger) in a poor attempt to “reign-in” the eating we have indulged in recently; me thinks it’s a “too-little, too-late”.   What was left of the evening was taken up by watching a few back episodes of Beat the Chasers.

Tuesday 24th May

After another lazy morning and late breakfast, we set about reassembling Marian’s work desk; dismantled so that her office could be painted.

Today we are heading to meet Martin and the four of us are booked into “The Plough” at “Hathersage” for lunch but first have to complete the task of re-assembling the desk, and the good news, every screw was saved!!!!!

Task complete and all scrubbed up we headed to the The plough and arrived “politely late”, where Martin was waiting for us.

A nice friendly 16th century country pub with good food and nice choice of Ales and excellent company, what could be better😀😀.

Christine drove home as I had enjoyed a few of their excellent ales and though we had a big meal, later in the evening we all felt peckish, unbelievable!!!

Wednesday 25th May.

Today we had a long-standing luncheon date with Leisha and David at “Ye Old King’s Head”, an old pub dating back to the 17th century in the Hamlet of “Gurnett”, just outside Macclesfield by the Macclesfield Canal.   This was chosen as it was about equidistant for us all.    We hadn’t met up since Christine’s party early December so we were all looking forward to catching up.

Marian elected to drive today; thank you Marian and after all, it is her “neck-of-the-woods”.   Arriving at 1300hrs, and on time today!!! We settled down with suitable refreshments waiting for the others.

When Leisha arrived she was not in a very happy bunny for two reasons. 1/. With no car park she didn’t want to leave her new, gleaming Lexus parked in the road and 2/.  They had visited this pub several years ago whilst travelling the Macclesfield canal and it was “Awful” and was kicking herself for not remembering at the time of agreeing where to meet: “it is what it is” we said and we’ll make the most of it and laugh about it later.   Well, when later came, we had been totally blown over, even Leisha had to admit it had been transformed; better food and better service, totally different.   Naturally we asked the question, and yes new people running the place and what a good job they were doing.

We eventually pulled ourselves off our seats and left around 1800hrs; the 5-hrs we had been there flew by.   We laughed together continuously whilst enjoying several bottles and the highlight was the French and Irish coffees Leisha and I had, well 3-each actually!!!!   We were totally “gobsmacked” when we eventually noted the time, as I’ve said, the 5-hours just flew by.

Our return journey was uneventful and the first thing on our minds tonight was a late snack of a cold lamb sandwich, soak up the booze! Russell joined us later and we spent much of the evening debating the way forward for Russell’s career.  I am sure he will listen carefully and do what’s right for him; good luck Russell.

Thursday 26th May

Today is changeover day for us.   After an enjoyable few days in the Derbyshire Peak District, we are heading back to Somerset.   Thank you very much Marian for putting up with us for longer than was originally planned; peace and quiet will reign again at Rockfield House.

After packing and cleaning up we headed out.   We were going to “Gloucester Quays” first as according to the list of businesses, there is a Marks and Spencer and I need a new pair of trousers.    The best part of this drive was that we kept going, minimal traffic but we suspect if we had left leaving ‘till Friday, things would have been different as it would be the start of the long bank-holiday weekend.

Marks and Spencer in Gloucester Quays was a disappointment, firstly it was a rather small outlet and secondly, they had nothing that either fitted or suited me; a waste of time👹👹 Never mind, Onward and upward, there will be another opportunity sometime, somewhere.

We pulled back into Hope Farm mid afternoon and all was well, not to mention the list of jobs they had lined up for me!!!!

Friday 13th May

There’re was mild panic yesterday evening after the last post was completed.  I got a ‘phone call from Jane screaming for urgent help in the field as two of her horses were spooked by Dave firing up the tractor mower, even though it was across the road!!  The horses knocked Jane over and then trampled on her “extremities”, hands, arms and legs. and naturally Jane thought one or more bones were broken.  She thinks she was also knocked out as she was also kicked, “horses”, who’d ‘av ‘em??? Anyway by the time I found her she was moving and apart from shock, multiple bruises, and after a hot bath etc., she seemed reasonably OK.

Back to Friday.  Our plan was to head out to Burnham on Sea and have a look around the area and also to go to “Timpson’s” to get some keys cut. But panic broke out again, but this time it was good panic as Jane had a late booking, arriving today so all hands on deck to prep the cottage.  The good thing about this was that all thoughts of Jane’s bruises, swollen fingers and stiff neck went out of the window; the job had to be done!!!

We eventually got out and did our jobs then went to the “Fox and Goose”, the pub we had booked previously for my Birthday lunch on Sunday.   The food we ordered was good but it was a rather “cold” pub that had a modern extension and was a hotel but the worse thing was they hadn’t any real ale, a definite black mark.

After lunch we drove to “Mark” the village we had seen the house with the overgrown garden and stopped at “The White Horse” to get a comparison.   Unfortunately it was closed but we met a chap mowing what looked like a “putting course” but actually turned out to be “Golf Football”; instead of a golf ball you kicked a smallish football into the enlarged hole.   The bottom line was, he sold us the idea of going there for my birthday lunch so when we got back we rang and booked a table.

By the time we got back to Hope Farm, we heard Jane had received another late booking with the “folk” on the way so it was another quick changeover with no help!!!

A quiet evening was had by all playing Marjon.

Saturday 14th May

Dave left at a very un-godly hour, heading to “Swanage” to go climbing and at a more respectable hour after feeding the horses etc., we headed to Weston Super Mare for a day of “touristing”.  Firstly we went on the big Ferris wheel, then ate freshly baked doughnuts on the seafront before heading for the sand where Mia was going to play in the kiddies bathing pool: it is one of these pools that are under sea water at high tide, though today there was no sign of the sea, just the famous “mud”!    During this time I was left in charge of Mia whilst Jane and Christine headed to the end of the Weston beach to give “Oreo” a good run.   After this we all sat down to ice-creams;  All very healthy food so far today!!!!!

We had a quick flip-around Weston as Jane wanted to see where I worked etc before heading to Uphill to give Oreo another good run and to try out the new ball thrower I had bought.   Whilst the ball throwing was going on, Christine and I enjoyed a nice cuppa sitting in the sunshine.

Back in time for a “proper” meal before we settled in for the evening.  Dave returned later from Swanage after a successful day’s climbing.

Sunday 15th May

Up with the lark this morning as we were off to a horse show; Mia’s first “proper” show jumping competition and she was part of the “Mendip Hills” team, the local branch of the Pony Club.   The equestrian centre where this was taking place was a 30-minute drive away and her class was early, hence leaving, even before breakfast!!!    Still it was worth the effort, the team came third overall.

We arrived back at Hope Farm at coffee time and old habits die hard, I had to dig out the bottle of Soberano of course and we enjoyed all this with a rather spectacular birthday cake.

Washed and spruced up we headed for the White Horse in Mark for our Sunday roast, first thing this morning I had written to the Fox and Goose and cancelled our booking there.  

What a good decision, our Sunday Lunch was excellent and naturally they had “Real Ale” available so a good time was had by all, thank you Jane and Dave for this treat.

After lunch we were going to play the “golf football” but as it was raining that went out of the window, so took the opportunity to revisit the outside of the bungalow before heading back to the house.   This evening we sat and watched an old film, “Notting Hill”, “ whilst  eating “cake”.  Thanks to Christine, Dave and Jane, my 78th was a memorable birthday.

Monday 16th May

Today was a fairly restful day, nothing much happened.   Christine did some gardening whilst I re-wrote and brought up-to-date the folders that are placed in the cottages for guests.

Tuesday 17th May

This morning whilst Jane was seeing to her horses we had a knock on the door, it was a cottage guest telling us “the little girl’s rabbit had escaped and was running around the lawn”; fortunately there was no one with a video camera filming me chasing around the garden trying to catch Truffle.   Anyway eventually I cornered her and put her back into her outside cage but for the life of us we couldn’t find how on earth she could have escaped, so decided she had run out of the house when a door was left open.

Ten minutes later there was another knock at the door, it was the same guest; “I am sorry to disturb you again but your pet rabbit is running around the lawn again”: what!!!! How the dickens can she get out of the cage. It is an octagonal cage pinned to the ground with 9-pegs to hold it down and a top covers most of it, we were baffled but first we have to catch Truffle.   By this time Jane had returned and the three of us were charging around like lunatics.  Any way we eventually caught her and when we put her back into he’s cage we discovered how she had escaped.   She is a big rabbit and now we know strong.   She worked herself under one of the sides and when lose she just lifted the cage up, pulling the tent peg with it.  It appears Truffle is not only “strong”, but “bright” to work that out!!!   As we were getting late for an appointment she was “exiled” to her cage in the kitchen.

This morning we had booked a tour of a “retirement Village” in Sandford, right opposite Thatcher’s Cider Farm, in fact the village is completely surrounded by Thatcher’s apple orchards.   Prior to our visit, naturally we had to take the obligatory lateral flow test for COVID; All clear, so we were allowed to join the party.

This retirement home is built in and around the old Sandford railway station and there is a small railway museum in the centre. The original railway station and line dates back to 1869.   The line and station ceased in 1963; part of the “Beeching Axe”.   The old railway engine and carriage, both mounted on a rails is an attractive centre piece of the village.   The village first opened in 2009, so very spacious, light and airy set in beautiful countryside yet close to limited village amenities however a couple of miles away is Winscombe, a much larger village with nearly everything you might need.   All ground floor flats had small gardens but the first floor flats had better views.  There were also a few houses on site.   We were very impressed by what we saw and have arranged another visit to one particular early June, though we are still not convinced this is right for us, we’ll yet!!!

This Afternoon we vacated our room after Christine had cleaned the bathroom etc., whilst I packed the car and then headed to Portsmouth.   We chose the scenic route across the Mendips through Salisbury but unfortunately it decided to rain, quite heavily so it wasn’t too pleasant.  

Wednesday 18th May

It was catch up day visiting Pat (Christine sister) for coffee, and later Jill for afternoon tea. Tonight we were taken out by Tom and Kathleen (Christine sister) for a rather nice meal at a local pub, “The Rising Sun” where we spent a very pleasant time

Thursday 19th May

Today we were due to travel to Chapel Brampton and spend the weekend with Mark, Paula and the girls but unfortunately we received a rather distressing ‘phone call about Paula’s sister so the weekend had to be postponed.   We wish Bev (Paula’s sister) all the best and a speedy recovery.

This morning we collected Jill and set off to the nursing home to visit her husband, Dougie who is 94 and not very well.   Dougie, ex RN was a great sailing “mate” of Christine over many years and I got to know him soon after Christine and I got together.  We have had numerous sailing adventurers together, along the south coast of England, the Mediterranean and in the Caribbean, and the centre of entertainment was always “Dougie”, having spent all his working life in the navy he had numerous tails to tell.   It is always sad when such a “dynamic” man suffers in this way. 

This evening we popped round to Tom and Kathleen’s and collected a couple of trays of bedding plants to take to Hope Farm before heading to an old favourite pub, “The Bat and Ball” for their excellent fish and chips plus of course a couple of pints of “London Pride”.