Maun River Cottage
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... about their business. The fritters who are late make ne smile with their mincing steps and galloping legs.
Sitting at Kings cross I realise you don't have to go far to find the beauty around you. In fact I didn't even have to leave home. But I love travel and experiences, they make me seem a lot smarter than I actually am.... In fact I'm getting home the day before my birthday..
HOW SMART IS ...
It was dull and grey, typical England but at least it was dry.
Tanked up in Portsmouth and set off up the M27.
Just before the A34 it started to rain and the traffic was horrendous. The M40 was at a standstill.
It eventually thinned out on the A43 ...
... panic sent in but I think the black security guard was blind in one eye, and both nostrils,so to speak.
Onto the boat, not a bad cabin, had a standard self serve Brittany ferries **** fish and chips, Will had spag bol. (Not worth taking a picture of).
Few beers and bed and a healthy dollop of 'Two and a half men'.
Snoring complaints: ...
... right antique ring. But there is another fair in 10 days at Ardingly and one stall holder said she would bring more rings, bigger blings for bigger fingers. I also had a call from my sister this morning via Skype ( thanks to her daughter in law Christie ) it was lovely to hear her voice. My brother and sister in law will be in the UK soon. Looking forward to visiting some interesting parts of the UK with ...
... and cowslips. So many well known trees which I could not name. But the ivy crept over everything. The holly sprang up. self set wild prickles amongst the ever encroaching blackberry canes.
We followed the directions we had been given, along a ploughed and sown field, checking the frequent footpath signs, by the stream, up the hill, along the railway into the village where we rang for our 'taxi' our ever enduring host, Trev.