A Random Drive in the English Countryside
Whilst staying with my best friends we faced a dilemma of how to spend a Saturday that promised unpredictable weather...
...so we got in the car and drove East. Literally.
Turns out that due east of my friends current house there is a village with a random hairdresser/second-hand shop ran by an old lady. We were pretty certain she was a carboot Queen and scoured local carboots for bargain items she could mark up and flog in her shop. Nearby though there was a child-friendly pub with an indoor ball-pool and an outdoor bouncy castle. If only I was seven!!
On the drive out we got caught in a heavy shower whilst scouting out a stream suitable for lazy day walking and fishing. But that was compensated by stopping at a bridge on the way back when it was sunny. There were ducks that were very disappointed we didn't have any food. They emerged from under a sweeping weeping willow that draped majestically into the water from the riverbank. Thankfully an elderly couple with some bread answered their pleas.
I can see my friends whiling away many hours feeding the ducks from that bank, especially as their new house is a 10 minute drive away. The next time I see them they will have moved and should be living in their new house as Monday I return to Pescara with no immediate plan to return to England until Christmas.
...so we got in the car and drove East. Literally.
Turns out that due east of my friends current house there is a village with a random hairdresser/second-hand shop ran by an old lady. We were pretty certain she was a carboot Queen and scoured local carboots for bargain items she could mark up and flog in her shop. Nearby though there was a child-friendly pub with an indoor ball-pool and an outdoor bouncy castle. If only I was seven!!
On the drive out we got caught in a heavy shower whilst scouting out a stream suitable for lazy day walking and fishing. But that was compensated by stopping at a bridge on the way back when it was sunny. There were ducks that were very disappointed we didn't have any food. They emerged from under a sweeping weeping willow that draped majestically into the water from the riverbank. Thankfully an elderly couple with some bread answered their pleas.
I can see my friends whiling away many hours feeding the ducks from that bank, especially as their new house is a 10 minute drive away. The next time I see them they will have moved and should be living in their new house as Monday I return to Pescara with no immediate plan to return to England until Christmas.
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