No Boat but Goings On

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!