Winding up the weekend
Some of the cows that aborted the afternoon stroll3 Parry boys with their godmother and partners - leaving to join their Contiki Tour. I was taller than them once upon a time
It would be nice to get back in order with this blog but just getting on the page is an achievement on its own. Tomorrow I think I might be nearer to people who can sort me out I hope - but no promises. It all started out so smoothly … I don’t quite understand where it all fell apart, though probably a quick look in a mirror would answer that question.
After the majority of the guests had left, Philly, Mandy, Keith and Les went for a walk across the paddocks but returned fairly quickly when some of the cows took too much interest in them. Instead we got ready to join the owner of the Manor House (a friend of Keith’s) for a BBQ meal. 4 spatchcock chickens and left over salads. I guess at some stage I will find the photo of the charcoal bbq but don’t hold your breath. It was pretty impressive.
Monday saw us driving the 4.5 hour journey back to Keith’s house, during a heatwave. I spent most of the journey hiding under his fleece jacket - he had a very effective aircon blowing directly into the back seat area. We could have done with it, over the past few days, too.
Ray and I have spent a good bit of time hiding behind drawn curtains - but we did take advantage of some slightly cooler weather yesterday to go for a walk with 9 year old Maggie 🐕. I’m pretty sure it took us over 2 hours - Ray says it didn’t - but I’m convinced it WAS a 100 mile trek no matter how long it took. I didn’t go on today’s walk!
At last the foggy head and unexpected snoozing is beginning to subside … though it may be contagious? As I write this, in front of Wimbledon on the tv, Ray is catching up on a few zzz’s himself. As is Maggie, at my feet. And they were only gone for an hour, on this morning’s stroll.