30/09/2012 § Leave a comment
We’ve been out and about – jaunting!
I love that word – a bumble-along through the countryside avoiding major roads, through English villages and country towns, past meadows of well-rounded sheep and cattle and grazing ponies, alongside woods with trees just darkening their greens and turning to russet shades almost before our eyes, behind busy tractors with fresh soil clinging to harrows and ploughs.
The destination is important – and yesterday, it was right up there with my favourite places ever – the city of Bath!
I had a bit of time to myself, after we arrived, to visit 3 of my favourite shops –
Grasse (I returned home with another little duck, this time in stone)!
Wool (you can guess what I treated myself to in here)!
Country Threads (limited myself to a few half-metres of amazing fabrics – what a choice)!
We had a quick coffee in the indoor market, gazed over at the Weirs and a pleasure boat carrying out a difficult turning manoeuvre which left the stern perilously close to the first waterfall (they were attached by a rope to the shore, but it looked exciting), I dashed hither and thither (Himself wasn’t up to dashing about and had more coffee + a sit down), and then we had lunch.
It was a late lunch – we were joined by our youngest who you may remember moved to Bristol a few weeks ago. We met up at a brilliant Italian restaurant which doesn’t appear to have a website that I can link to – I think they may have just changed their name. Anyway, excellent food (J had a super steak), great atmosphere and many tales of what he’s up to in his new home (probably an abridged version, but that’s just fine, he looked well) and a catch up with our news of home, collies and Flora (who wasn’t that impressed by Ducky, when introduced later in the day)! Gosh she’s about 3 times the size of Ducky who’s quite a chunky Mallard-sized stone specimen, himself!
Flora’s going through one of her ‘independent’ stages – sometimes she’s quite cuddly and affectionate, but these past few weeks she marches about, quacking loudly and refuses to be cuddled without protesting. I would never have imagined that keeping a pet duck could be so absorbingly interesting – and amusing.
One of my favourite things about Bath is that all my favourite places & shops are still there (since this well-documented visit last year) – I didn’t have time in a day to jaunt absolutely everywhere, as I do on weekend visits, but it was a wonderful day out and we were welcomed home by dozy, warm dogs (they sleep a lot when we’re out) and Flora quacking and a-tapping on the back door!
Ah – I need today (Sunday) to recover and reflect on that lovely day out and put Ducky into his ‘place’ on the patio, alongside a stone planter with my lucky horseshoe and pebbles!
Enjoy the rest of the weekend.
PS – more photos of Bath in this post Looking Up