We are glad to be home having spent a few days with MOH.
It has not been one of our better visits, especially as we had intended to come home yesterday, but he asked us to stay the extra day.
Apart from the food issue, we have been out and about but for some reason seem to have clocked up over 50% more in mileage than one would consider necessary.
Having lived in the area for 8 years, I am familiar with some places, and others MOH has already taken us to.
We have always gone in his car as Bud won’t get in ours, so MOH has been doing the driving, his short cuts being ten miles longer than the main route.
Our outing today took us to Blackmoor, an old lead mine site which we visited in April last year.
With both Hubby and I on sticks, having a trek up a narrow track to the top of the hill was definitely not on the agenda, so MOH parked close to one of the gates leading onto a footpath and we ambled up to the proper car park. It was a little on the rugged side.
We saw some interesting flowers, some very pretty snails, and a lot of dog sh1t.
Ice Cream was mentioned and I groaned, as I knew I was going to offend him by refusing. However, I breathed a sigh of relief that the van wasn’t there, so we walked down the road, and along another gated footpath back to the car.
With the intention of a simple salad for our midday meal, we had to find a shop to buy a few items, and MOH decided to visit a favourite bakers off the beaten track for some specialist bread. He also came back with a slice of cherry bakewell tart which he was adamant he could tempt us to sample, even though we said we didn’t want any.
We stopped at a village Co-Op for the rest, and came back along the narrow lanes rather than the main road.
The hedges were well over car height, so we couldn’t see anything in way of a view, and the road in places was too narrow for vehicles to pass, so meeting an HGV coming the other way was an interesting manoeuver.
When we got back, I ended up preparing salad rolls for the guys, I had crispbread, and MOH asked if we’d like some of his tart. To be honest, it did not look appetising at all even if we had wanted to try it, so he was able to enjoy it all (but this was after we left as he didn’t have it with his cup of tea).
We had gone down as promised to help him with his central heating, and had hoped that by the end of our visit, everything would be up and running with new radiators where necessary, so that he was all ready for the winter.
It didn’t work out like that.