I looked through to photos I had from our visit away and the best one was this. It needs an explanation. The cottage had suggestions for where to eat out and the first one was this pub – called ‘The Bull.’ It welcomed dogs so, on the first evening, we ventured forth to have an evening meal.
It was so good and had friendly staff that we went back again on the Monday night. However, by then we were beginning to feel the heat and we didn’t stay long enough to have the meringue I had my eye on. The beers were strange to us but acceptable.
We chose salad the first night and fish and chips the second time. We ate inside but they had tables and chairs outside and this lovely statue.
If you are in the UK at the moment you will know how hot it is. In spite of living by the coast we had arranged a holiday inland, near Oxford.
We found a beautiful little cottage and arrived, with the dog, for a restful holiday. At first all seemed well and we found a great pub and a little lane to walk down. Unfortunately all the fields/parks said NO DOGS or Dogs must be kept on the lead.
By the second day it had got too hot for exploring. We did walk to the shops.
On the third day the dog refused to eat and was reluctant to come out from under the table. It was over 30 degrees.
By Tuesday we were really worried about him so we packed up on Wednesday and came home, via some relatives we had planned to see.
Once home he ate his tea and was ready for a walk. It was still warm but we had a breeze.
That was our holiday. I took a couple of pictures but nothing exciting.
In between sorting out my author page on amazon I helped to bath our Patterdale terrier, Diesel. He was beginning to pong and we are taking him to meet relatives so he had to be cleaned up.
I feel really happy as I think I corrected all my mistakes, with a lot of help from Nielsen pubhelp and others. Now to sit back and wait for reviews! (I’m joking) That’s the one thing I didn’t put in the back of the book. Never mind, I’m taking some across country and hoping to find new readers. You’ll all have a rest from my mutterings for a few days.
Back to the football! Julie.
New Years Eve tonight and I refuse to make a resolution. Yesterday we had our belated family get together and it worked very well with our daughter in-law feeding ten of us in their newly furbished living room. I cannot get used to the way this generation have the TV on all the time, even if they are not watching it, but I suppose it is like the way we use the wireless.
Having just discovered that someone follows ninety blogs I am concerned that I haven’t yet reached many, but then I would have no time for writing books. The next novel is taking shape and I am actually doing a little research this time. I haven’t decided which form of self publishing I will use. I am quite happy with the other six books so I don’t feel inclined to change. I write the story and hand it over to the designer and printer to produce, with input from me on the cover pictures, which we find on line. I am up to 5000 words and suppose, if I was pushed, I’d say finishing this would be a resolution but it doesn’t have to happen in 2018.
Booking a summer holiday for the two of us, with the dog, in a Cotswold cottage, has given me something else to look forward to. It might be self-catering but we usually end up having plenty of meals out . If I disappear for a while it means I’m creating elsewhere. Happy New Year.
Now a problem. I have been sent a webmail file that my computer won’t open. This security business gets worse.It has a time limit on it, too so I’ll have to warn the sender that I can’t read it.
As it was the first example of the panto recording and I am the producer I need to hear it
Meanwhile, here’s another holiday photo. I can’t tell you about my writing because I haven’t done any but we did display some copies of books and they sold well.
Away for the weekend in a hotel in Bournemouth which was far too hot but the food was excellent – I suppose you can’t expect perfection.
Our only trip out was to the Russell-Cotes Museum which was great for anyone who shared the Victorians’ love of foreign souvenirs and British art but not really the kind of place my husband enjoys. I liked seeing the extravagant way they had decorated the inside of the house, especially the ‘Moorish’ room and the fancy wallpaper in the study but couldn’t think why artists of the period were so fond of large pictures of sheep or cows. I only photographed the exterior.
Last picture from Sciathos. Hubby and I took the bus into the town and walked through the streets down to the harbour. Luckily the rep. had told us about the museum and the open air theatre on the wooded peninsular. What we hadn’t reckoned with was the terrific cafe where the waitress introduced us to freshly made lemonade and the music that was playing was standard American Songbook. We could have stayed there all day.
The funniest time was on the way when we took a little path and a man with an Irish accent commented that I looked good – ” A lovely Lady in Pink.” I haven’t had such a nice compliment in years, if ever! Hubby said he must have been drinking!