Tuesday, 21 July 2009

Three Go Off To Dorset-shire

At the weekend DC, hubby & I went to visit our friends G.Rachel and G.Gordon in deepest, darkest Dorset-shire. We toddled down on Friday, taking the long route via Devizes and Sherborne. We had wondered about Devizes as a possible future home, but on closer viewing decided against it. Sherborne, on the other hand, would be a definite possibility except that it would take International Businessman approx 2.5 hours to get to London on the train, and that's a bit too far, even though he doesn't have to go that often. Pity as it seemed like a really lovely place. Ho hum.
And totally by accident, we also passed through Great Cheverell which some of you may recognise from Relocation, Relocation as the place where a mother and daughter bought and renovated this pub. (Looks like they should have used some stronger glue on the 'E', unless it's a northern pub known as Th'Bell.)

Look at the colour of that sky. We drove through some atrocious weather on the way to Dorset and while the weather wasn't perfect over the weekend, it wasn't half as bad as it was on the drive down.

We spent a great deal of our time in Dorset relaxing and eating the delicious food prepared by G.Rachel. It was lovely to see them both again as the last time we'd been to visit was in December, when I was six months pregnant. DC was on his bestest, most charming behaviour although the change of scenery, not to mention his first time in his pop-up cot, meant that he woke up at 5am the first morning and 6am the next. Not his fault though, dear little chap. And no possibility of ever being mad at him when you're on the receiving end of the first smile of the day. He just gives you the biggest grin and waves his arms up and down in excitement when you go in to get him out of his cot in the morning. Ahhhh.

On Saturday afternoon we took a trip to Abbotsbury where G.Rachel & G.Gordon are (hopefully, gazumping aside - yes, even in these economic times gazumping is apparently still happening) in the process of buying a house.

Such a pretty little village, with plenty of tea rooms - always a bonus - and a picture perfect view of the sea as you walk round the corner by the church.

All too soon it was time for us to say our farewells and wend our way home. Hopefully it won't be another seven months til we see our dear friends again.

1 comment:

  1. and what a pleasure it was to see DC and his parents. If only all children were so adorable and well-behaved...and his parents are alright too. If only we could have fitted in a visit to the Al Capone farm...xx


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