The seaside

At last the big day arrived. We were going to the seaside. But first Chris and Ian had to do a days work. I would have liked to have lazed in bed but the piano tuner arrived for a much postponed tune at 8.45. Misty almost took him out in her excitement, but hey-ho, such is life. Ian had decided to work at home in order to get in as much pfaffing as possible before departure. The piano tuner pinging in his office meant he had to pack before work. Yes!

I decided on a glance at the weather. I was gonna need my big coat.

Not much chance or rain but blooming cold. Never mind. The seaside’s not the seaside unless it’s freezing and blowing  gale

                                                                       The seaside

I spent the day dusting, hoovering and packing. My case was so dusty due to none use I had to clean it first. Most of the room was taken by thick jumpers. Misty also spent the day packing. Carefully choosing her toys.

                                                   I think I’ll take this ball to the seaside

I had a fraught trip to the supermarket after dinner where I had to queue to get in, like the old days, and was held up for ages by a woman near the Scotch Eggs, and two old dears near the posh beer. Soon we were loading up the gear. It’s always amazing how much stuff is needed for a simple weekend away. So much so that Misty had to sit in front of Chris’s legs for the two hour journey. 

The two hour journey turned into two and a half hours due to heavy traffic, hailstones, and a sat nav malfunction, but we eventually arrived at the old chapel. It’s a really lovely holiday let, with an incredibly out of tune piano.

                                                                   Lovely sitting room

                                                         

                                                                             True love

                                                                Lord of the manor

                                                                        Arrival gift

                                                                   The old chapel 

                                                                        A warm kitchen

I had made a lovely pie which we heated up immediately. Unfortunately I had made a schoolgirl error And forgotten the peas. Nevertheless it was a culinary triumph, marred only by a lack of oven gloves. Surely a health and safety risk. Ian had to take his life in his hands and use two tea towels. 

After tea Neil, the owner of the old chapel, called round to see if all was well. Could be better was the answer. He promised to provide oven gloves at the first possible opportunity. 

That sorted, Neil tootled off and Ian and I ventured out for a short trespassers W with Misty. We turned left at the duck pond, passed the medieval church, through the BULL field, and caught our first sight of the sea. Beautiful.

                                                                    The duck pond

The medieval church

The sea!

As we walked back past the duck pond, a couple of bats were swooping overhead, and on returning to the chapel, the front was lit by a floodlight.

 

The wanderers return

We had returned just in time for gogglebox. A nice bottle of Uncle Phil's red, and a box of Neils celebrations went down a treat. 

And so to bed. Tomorrow would be a busy day.