It was a wet day, a very wet day. Spring was giving in to the rain.
- Stayed in the house and watched the rain for a while
- Eventually Scamp and I got fed up and we decided to go for a walk.
- We went across the road and found a path I’d walked five years ago, a different one from the other day.
- The further we walked, the heavier the rain became and the more lost we got, although not entirely lost because we occasionally glimpsed the golf course we were crossing through.
- We were looking for a cafe we knew was there somewhere, but eventually gave up and walked back to the main road. That’s when we saw the clubhouse and presumably the cafe.
- By then we just wanted to get out of the rain, and I was beginning to think the clubhouse was a mirage anyway.
- Aren’t mirages meant to be found in hot, dry, arid places like deserts?
- Eventually soaked, we dried off.
- Neil brought filled rolls from a bakers and a newspaper we could stuff into my leaky trainers and leave to dry out on the radiator. Thank you Neil.
- Dinner was in an Italian restaurant with Canute, Delia, Hazel, Neil and us. Good food and a comedian of a waiter. Lots of laughing and some planning too.
- Evening was spent packing our bags for the train home tomorrow.
- PoD was a dragonfly carving we passed on our trudge through Horton Country Park