Lurking in Much Marcle

Salmon and scrambled eggs for breakfast, then we packed, and drove off in a convoy to a house called Hellens in the Herefordshire village of Much Marcle. We lurked in the grounds where there was a hedge maze, and which overlooked a large grass field, where archers, of both sexes, were shooting arrows from longbows. They zinged off for what seemed about three hundred yards. Makes you think about longbow warfare. A rain of arrows from afar would have been no joke. The building itself built on ancient foundations -- and very old. Next time we will go inside it. Had tea and a piece of carrot cake there, before Sue and John returned home to Bromyard, and we took the long drive home to sunny Seaford. Lovely to see them as usual, and I certainly feel rested after a couple of days away. 

A fairly straightforward journey home. However just after Lewes we passed by the side of a twisty road a burning motorbike and a several people standing around a motorcyclist lain on his back. A slightly nightmarish vision as we drove past. I was keen to be past the burning machine, in case the bike exploded. 

Home and a quick call with Mum, and I cooked and let Lorraine zombie. Nice to be home to a very vocal Brian.

Below lurking around Hellens.