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The Ram's Head Inn, and another 'pot of gold'...
Posted by Webby at August 30, 2007 05:09 PM | Comments (0)In a renewed effort to help me get fit, Jim (the Wassock) took me on a bit of a stroll around Piethorne Reservoir (well, what else would it be called?), near Denshaw, this morning.
Starting off at Odgen Reservoir, we went clockwise around the route as we headed toward our planned lunchtime stop. The Meteorological Office let us down, a little, on the weather forecast front (initially suggesting the day would be sunny) but, as I told Jim, being a bit of a sweaty biffer, I prefer to walk when it's overcast or, even, slightly 'drizzly' (which is what we got!). Anyway, the walk was always going to be bearable, regardless of the weather conditions, as Jim had promised me a pub lunch in The Ram's Head Inn, just over half way round the walk.
The pub wasn't open when we arrived there (making, as we did, better time than Jim had anticipated), so we were forced (ahem!) to take lunch in the recently erected 'delicatessen/off-licence/café', 'The Pantry', adjoining the pub (the 'Pot of Gold' to which I referred earlier). After a very tasty and satisfying lunch, Jim and I went through to the Ram's Head where we each enjoyed a pint of immensely quaffable Black Sheep, before setting off to finish our walk...FANTASTIC!
Once again, I owe Jim a debt of thanks for another excellent mornings walk, and for the surprise 'pot of gold'.
Cheers Jim.
Roger's Fortieth Birthday Weekend
Posted by Webby at August 24, 2007 04:04 PM | Comments (0)To help Roger celebrate his 40th birthday, this weekend, Jenna and James very generously invited Roger's friends round to their house for a Mountain Biking/Picnic/Camping/BBQ extravaganza.
After meeting at James and Jenna's house, we all drove to Dalby Forest where the more energetic (or, perhaps, 'foolhardy') amongst us went for a massive mountain bike ride, and the other (more sensible (or incapable (ahem!)) ones, relaxed and enjoyed a picnic, before walking to 'The Bridestones' (huge rocks standing on the side of a hill at the edge of the forest).
When our heroic cyclists returned, we all made our way back to James and Jenna's for a slap-up fish & chip supper, followed by a few relaxing beers.
After quite a sleepless night, undercover in the garden, Jilly and I joined the rest of the party in the house for breakfast, then began preparations for Roger's birthday party BBQ. Debbie made a fantastic looking (and tasting) birthday cake (of which I had remarkably little), and there was much rejoicing! HUZZAH!
Happy Birthday, Roger!
Whitby
Posted by Webby at August 13, 2007 09:58 PM | Comments (0)Before I began my new job, Jilly organised to join Nanna and Hebe, with Evelyn, in Whitby for this weekend. I took Jilly and Evelyn up to Whitby, where I spent the day with them, before meeting Nanna, hebe and Poppy at the house.
Nanna, Jilly, Hebe and Evelyn had a lovely weekend in a small cottage very near the centre of Whitby (Jilly and I think it would be perfect for the next time we go away without Kieran, as it was rather beju.
According to Jilly, Evelyn and Hebe got on fabulously, and cannot wait to go on holiday, together, again. We'll see!
Mon Dieu ! Les anglais viennent !
Posted by Webby at August 5, 2007 03:22 PM | Comments (0)My God! The English are coming!
Jilly's younger sister, Kate, had her hen do in Reims, France, over the weekend. I can only begin to imagine what the french made of this lot.
The plane was delayed by several hours on the way out to France, the hotel was a considerable way from the airport (i.e., several bus and train journeys away), but once they'd arrived, the ladies made the most of their time in Reims. A visit to the Mumm champagne house was organised (including tastings, of course) and, if that wasn't enough alcohol, the ladies drank more in the evening, terrifying (I have no doubt) the population of Reims during their night out.
Apparently, the french don't know how to do hen partes...er...or stag does, for that matter. All the similar French parties were terribly timid affairs, apparently. I can only imagine...uuurrrrggghhhh!
