Himself is downcast as he hasn't won the lottery and brief flutter with fame didn't produce any publishing deals so he still can't afford a boat. Oh, me....
However, I've been away for a few days, leaving Himself at home with the animals. (I'd much rather have taken Moll with me but if I had, Himself wouldn't have stirred from the flat, other than to get beer and go to the library. Plus he'd would have missed BOTH his girls, so I left him with one. The ultimate sacrifice.)
The schedule was to meet a dear friend in Devon and go walking on Dartmoor, but the walking schedule didn't take account of the weather, which of course has been freezing but good walking weather for the past month or so.
Sunday morning dawned less cold but windy. As in gale force winds, with thick banks of rain clouds looming. I got to the station to find that the train had been cancelled “due to a fatality”. I didn't ask what, imagination being in overdrive already. Thankfully I was able to get another one and Av picked me up two hours later and we took my mum out for supper at the local pub.
Monday dawned soggy and windy. As in lashing rain and gale force winds. We decided that Dartmoor was out, but set off undeterred and had a lovely day, although we did get soaked. We walked a fair few miles, had a good old moan, a laugh, and generally sorted the world out. Who cares if you have wet feet when you're with a good friend like that?
We departed our separate ways this morning and I drove back with Mum to take her to see Balletboyz at the Hall for Cornwall in Truro this evening.
Then back to work tomorrow, when I'm researching my next two interviews – an organic farmer and a maritime pilot.
Which would you rather be?
P.S. BALLETBOYZ WERE WONDERFUL..... If ever you get a chance to see them - GO!
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Ooh, an organic farmer, without a doubt. I've always wanted to gow things!
Two friends and four wet feet. It sounds idyllic, FP. Glad you had a good time.
You know the saying about boats and tearing up money in the shower. Ours is a complete and utter moneypit and there are times when I really resent it! Hrumph! Think I need to come on a walk with you!
Sounds like a lovely time was had by all. Having a good old natter and a refreshing walk is always good for the soul.
CJ xx
An organic farmer. But I don't think I'd be very good at it.
Definately an organic farmer, I'd love that.
Glad you enjoyed the walking.
I'd love to be a maritime pilot, or any sort of pilot for that matter. However, I didn't pass my driving test until I was 38 so there's not much chance of me getting a pilot's licence! LOL
A maritime pilot. I'd love to understand how sea travel works.
I'd like to see the Balletboyz .. oh, no, that wasn't one of the options, was it? Sorry.
Two friends and four wet feet - lovely description! Thanks Elaine!
Chris - I know boats just eat up money don't they? Trouble is, he's always had a boat - until several years ago - and has terrible withdrawal symptoms/. Sigh...
Definitely an organic farmer. Preferably with some organic animals too.
I bet Himself would chose the other option:-)
Crystal - you're too right. Very good for the soul!
RC - I'd be hopeless, I know!
Debs - I don't think Id actually want to be either. But I won't tell them that!
Ak - well I havent found out what experience you need to be a pilot but I don't think it involves driving!
Zinnia - sea travel is incredibly complex but fascinating so I'll be interested to find out more.
JJ - Balletboyz were WONDERFUL!!
'Wanted - old hull for a young man'....... forgive me - such an offer ! REALLY ? Are you really offering us a fine young man in exchange for 'an old hull' ?!!!
Sounds too good to miss.... but I'm afraid it's 'an incredible hulK' I'll be able to offer......
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