The trouble with letting the dogs out in the mornings
whilst on holiday is that they think the garden is one big adventure zone. To
them it probably is. There was five minutes charging about and exploring before
anything that needed to be “done” was actually raked out.
I then went and “did” myself, and found the dogs had
gone back to bed. With everyone else still sparko I got out the laptop and had
my usual look at the Internet. It would seem that there’s already plans for a
geocaching event at the solstice weekend. Bell-ringing (!) Oh well, so
much for the day-long rally. I was going of the idea anyway. But
bell-ringing.in a church in Bexley? I might pass on that.
Everyone else got up, and we had brekkie. A full English
one. You can’t go wrong with one of those. By the time we’d scoffed it, it was
mid day. And rather warm. A shorter walk was on the cards for today. So we drove
out to the Janesmoor enclosure and walked down to the river; hoping it hadn’t
dried out.
It hadn’t.
And it was still quite clean, so we played fetch with those
dogs (Treacle) that would chase into the water to fetch sticks. Morgan
and Bailey weren’t having any of it though…
We walked back to the car via a couple of geocaches.
On Monday we’d found the Royal Oak in North Gorham and had
a wonderful bit of dinner. Navigating our way through the horses that were all
over the roads we went back there, and had another dinner. Despite the heat of
the day I went for the rack of ribs which was rather good.
Suitably replate (stuffed!) we went back to base for
a few gin and tonics (or is that gins and tonic?) before finishing off
the last of the black forest gateau and the vienetta, and then having another
go on the Infinity table where in a novel break with tradition I won a game of “Sorry”.
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