I
was poised like a coiled spring ready to go this morning; "er indoors TM" not quite so. So
to save time I went on a little errand for her to the post office. There was a
minor hiccup when the traffic lights by the catholic church weren’t working,
but nothing that driving through a red light couldn’t cure.
With
errand run, we loaded the car having first locked two very excited dogs in the
kitchen. We packed them last of all and set off on our holiday.
We
got to Maidstone, turned around, and came back for "er indoors TM"’s mobile.
Listening
to the CD of “Return to the Forbidden Planet”
we drove through various traffic jams to Reigate. It was somewhere that we could
stop to break the journey, allow the hounds a tiddle, and (as luck would have it) there was a relatively straightforward
Earthcache there. We found a sandstone wall, we did our geology homework, and "er indoors TM" got to claim her
nine thousandth geo-find. Result!
We
drove on through more traffic jams to Cobham where we found some McLunch. We
all had McLunch. Some more than others, and Treacle was sick. Too many McChips.
Our
next port of call was seventy miles on into Winchester. I had this naïve idea I
might get some beer for the evening from the Red Cat Brewery…
Oh
dear.
I
got to their brewery shop. I stood and was pointedly ignored by several members
of their staff for ten minutes. When they finally deigned to acknowledge my existence
they wanted pint prices for half-pint volumes. So I stormed out in a huff.
We
found a little farm shop near Beaulieu where I got half a dozen bottles.
We
got to the holiday cottage which Karl had booked at five o’clock, and soon unpacked.
We had a cuppa and explored. There was a minor hiccup as I couldn’t find any of
the keys to any of the doors. Eventually I found them all hanging on a huge set
of hooks labelled “keys” which were
rather prominently displayed in the kitchen.
Karl, Tracey and the
girls soon arrived, and mayhem ensued as the dogs got incredibly over-excited.
Everyone was soon unpacked, and we had a very good bit of dinner. Chicken and
broccoli with pasta all in a stilton sauce. I got to finish "er indoors TM"’s portion; she’d
had the cheddar sauce which was every bit as good.
The beer flowed as "er indoors TM"
taught the girls a favourite game. “Blokus”
was quickly learned by all, and as things got rather competitive the ale
flowed. Earl’s RDA, Wight Knight, and Pumpel Fester all went down well. For
some odd reason we couldn’t register them on out favourite beer app; Untappd
seemed to be broken.
And then the port and stilton came out. The dogs loved the stilton
(as they do); Fudge curled up on Karl’s
lap and farted contentedly for a while.
And so to bed with a spinning head just before midnight…
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