Methuen Arms Hotel
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Thanks to the lovely @plaingoldband wending her way through America I was inspired to start this blog. The title is apposite. I love home, I love the sun streaming through the east window in the morning, I love the birds flitting across the window from hedgerow to hedgerow unconcerned by my presence. I love having the radio burbling in the background and being safe, secure and settled. But I have itchy feet. They have had a few random ...
... signs wishing you a happy new year! *big sigh* Sidenote: My video....is coming soon. Be prepared. But...I just wanted to remind you that the video quality may not be the best. Mainly because our camera is not exactly the best with video, and you could probably get more quality filmed with a pineapple. (I obviously exaggerated there) But I will leave you with that for this week! Have a good week, and goodbye from ...
... first sight and smell of some of my lodgings, while retaining a polite smile for my hosts.
Of course I was bewildered each time, and thought it must be a fluke in my luck. But the most recent one, when I literally heard my inner child gasp “Oh no, no, no”, upon descending into a musty and ugly basement, was the last straw. Worse than the actual discomfort, sleeplessness, heebie-jeebies, or extra energy needed for deep cleaning, worse ...
... the second floor. It faces a courtyard that is now overgrown of course, but once overlooked the beautiful canyon of the park below. This lodge is still actually in the park and does show on the maps as Villa Izvar, but no mention of its significance. Walking out to the courtyard you can look in windows into what was Titos living quarters and the two floors above that must have had numerous other rooms. The other wing was essentially one long room for meetings and behind that a ...
... found one space left, just the right size for us.
We got out the deck chairs and enjoyed some relaxation, and planned a barbecue for the evening. We researched the local church for the morning, and Hazel went to book a table for Sunday lunch at the pub.
By the time evening had arrived, the wind had picked up, so we decided not to barbecue after all, but cook on board.
There was a caravan park behind the hedge from our mooring, and in ...