Starting a staycation
A staycation! So Lorraine and I jumped in the car and zoomed north to South Littleton on the edge of the Cotswolds, to see Sue and John. We came armed with bottles of wine, but it turned out that Sue and John decided to have had a booze free year, both demonstrating wills of iron and so on. I am not sure how I would have coped this year without the judicious application of a little booze.
Good to see Sue and John again. John had a recent spell in hospital but had been released back into the wild, and put on a few medications and sick leave. He has been under huge pressure at work, but seems in good spirits.
Also met their lively little long haired Jack Russell called Whiskey, which is still very much a puppy. Lorraine cooing soppily over it, and Sue slipping on its sports bra for a saunter over the fields in the heat.
We walked across what John said were ancient ridge and furrow fields, which gave the ground a corrugated look, and was done to increase surface area and improve drainage. We continued through a small farm with alpacas and pigs and sheep and a cat sleeping in the duck compound.
We were intending to reach a pub called the Ivy, but it was closed today. But the walk was ace. John nipped back across the fields, and returned in the car for us, kindly armed with icy cans of lager for Lorraine and I which we sipped in the car.
And so to bed. Amazing how quickly getting away from home can relax you.
Below the ridge and furrow field, and the old church and tithe barn looking as they have done for time immemorial.
Good to see Sue and John again. John had a recent spell in hospital but had been released back into the wild, and put on a few medications and sick leave. He has been under huge pressure at work, but seems in good spirits.
Also met their lively little long haired Jack Russell called Whiskey, which is still very much a puppy. Lorraine cooing soppily over it, and Sue slipping on its sports bra for a saunter over the fields in the heat.
We walked across what John said were ancient ridge and furrow fields, which gave the ground a corrugated look, and was done to increase surface area and improve drainage. We continued through a small farm with alpacas and pigs and sheep and a cat sleeping in the duck compound.
We were intending to reach a pub called the Ivy, but it was closed today. But the walk was ace. John nipped back across the fields, and returned in the car for us, kindly armed with icy cans of lager for Lorraine and I which we sipped in the car.
And so to bed. Amazing how quickly getting away from home can relax you.
Below the ridge and furrow field, and the old church and tithe barn looking as they have done for time immemorial.
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