Post 343: Lost the hour, lost the plot.
Our youngest son’s arrival was indeed a welcome one, but without his fiancée or the huge pup Byron, it was not going to be a big family meet-up. However, as I opened the door to him and he stepped...
Post 342: Homeward bound.
Getting up is always a mixed experience on the last day of any holiday, but leaving this comfy profiling bed would be interesting.
The car was packed and the cottage swept clear of our belongings, which up until late last ...
Post 341: Another restful day in a great bed.
Tomorrow we leave here with mixed feelings, but better knowledge about the profiling bed and what it can do for me.
Another bright morning, but I’m not going to venture out. The lanes are scary, a...
Post 340: Four seasons in a day at the Forum.
I could have cried as I walked around the car after getting back from Blandford Forum today. Scratches all the way across the car doors on the near side from another few close calls with Dorset hedgerows...
Post 339: Rest day while our valley hides away from the wind.
Giving yourself a break for a day, or more, is a very sensible thing to do, and the weather seems to agree.
Yesterday, the sound of the pheasants all around the cottages was a sign that ...
