Elaine's Departure
Trip Start
May 06, 2008
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Trip End
Sep 30, 2008
An end to a chapter - we dropped Elaine off in Billericay station soon after 10.00. She is great company, always cheerful and chatty and we'll all miss her. We heard later that she'd got home safely and that the physiotherapist she visited has put her on a regime of gentle exercise to help her damaged shoulder to recover, which I'm sure it will.
Having dropped Elaine off, I was the unwilling participant in a shopping trip to Blue Water, a huge shopping complex just over the river from the Dartford Bridge & Tunnel. I was left in the car (with the windows open an inch or so!) and off the women trotted, with strict instructions to be back by one o'clock. To my utter amazement, they were back by 12:30, citing the reason that they just couldn't see anything they liked. Hard to credit, but I swear it's true.
One consolation of this time of the year is that the blackberries have ripened and I can have blackberry crumble. This seems to be an incredible year for them, every bush is black with ripe berries, so it didn't take us long to pick a few pounds for Rosemary's freezer and a crumble with the left-overs, which we had that evening, following a pork stroganoff and of course, too much alcohol again. The good news for our livers is that this was to be the last night, a tomato juice regime kicks in tomorrow when we're back on the boat.
Having dropped Elaine off, I was the unwilling participant in a shopping trip to Blue Water, a huge shopping complex just over the river from the Dartford Bridge & Tunnel. I was left in the car (with the windows open an inch or so!) and off the women trotted, with strict instructions to be back by one o'clock. To my utter amazement, they were back by 12:30, citing the reason that they just couldn't see anything they liked. Hard to credit, but I swear it's true.
One consolation of this time of the year is that the blackberries have ripened and I can have blackberry crumble. This seems to be an incredible year for them, every bush is black with ripe berries, so it didn't take us long to pick a few pounds for Rosemary's freezer and a crumble with the left-overs, which we had that evening, following a pork stroganoff and of course, too much alcohol again. The good news for our livers is that this was to be the last night, a tomato juice regime kicks in tomorrow when we're back on the boat.

