We were both awake early on Thursday, so decided to take a trip Down South to see my Mum as we hadn’t seen her for a while.
Our journey was horrible as usual, but we made pretty good time getting on the road just after 7am, and arriving at 11, having taken a half hour potty break to get coffee and a bacon roll for breakfast (3½ syns for the coffee, bacon and roll duly allocated).
Mum was on her own, so I made us all a cup of tea as she settled into her chair by the window.
My sister arrived shortly after and told Mum she had five minutes as she had a hair appointment. Poor Mum got flustered a bit as she went upstairs to get ready, and Sis said she actually had half an hour before her appointment, but we were welcome to stay even though she intended to do some shopping while Mum was being ‘done’.
We declined and said we had some boat shopping to do at the chandlery on the Quay, so we’d come back in an hour or so.
The latest Sunseeker boats are massive (these pictures are from last year), twenty times the size of our little narrowboat with a price tag of millions.
Sadly, we couldn’t get what we wanted without ordering it, and as it’s cheaper on-line, we didn’t bother. Walking back to the car, we treated ourselves to an ice cream tub, no wafer, and that was ‘lunch’. I allowed 10 syns intending to have a salad when we got home.
It was such a lovely day, we took Maggie down to Hamworthy to give her some quality time and a run.
The old lifting bridge was out of commission, probably for its annual maintenance, so we had to use the new Twin Sails Bridge over the harbour, which had only been in the planning stage when we left in 2007.
We’ve been over it a couple of times now, and quite honestly, it’s a disappointment after the excitement and hype all those years ago.
It was therefore something new to see the bridge up as it let through the harbour traffic.
closed to road traffic, bridge up
not far to drop
seconds away to fully down
So there it was, and we saw it going down. Wow. Yeah. Right.
Once we’d parked at Hamworthy, we opened the car door and Maggie was out like a shot.
She knew exactly where she was, and ran over towards the beach, stopping before the path to turn as if asking our permission to get her feet wet.
We told her she was allowed, and she disappeared over the little wall.
Next thing we saw was a wet head peeping over the top, and I swear she was laughing.
Here are some pictures I took of her on the beach with Hubby and of her swimming.
It was great to see her having such a lovely time and still so confident in the water.
Finding something to throw I’m ready!
Where is it? I see it! This is heaven
Nothing so affectionate as a wet dog.
We then played a little game of fetch to try and dry her off a bit, got back to the car and gave her a very welcome drink.
We got back to my sister’s at 1.30, so Mum was back and we hoped to have some quality time with her. Her hair looked very nice, and apparently because she prefers one particular girl to do it, her Hair Dressing Day has been changed to Thursdays instead of Fridays.
I mentioned last time we went down that Sis was going to SW too, her meetings being on a Wednesday. She is doing very well, and after 8 weeks, has lost a stone and a half. My own loss was neatly passed over, but Mum said she thought I’d lost weight.
We didn’t stay much longer as we wanted to get back before the major traffic started to build up.
It was an even worse journey home taking five hours as there was an accident on the M5.
The water exercise has done Maggie’s coat and her feet a world of good.
Even better, she wasn’t stiff the following day, so it helped her joints too. Mind you, she slept for most of the journey home, and apart from taking her out for her final wee around 10 pm, went to sleep as soon as she got back on the boat!