It did not work.
Mr Rose never really liked the countryside and obviously spent all his holidays with his nose in The Economist. We haven't been to The Cottage for many years but decided to take a trip there this weekend. After all, we are both in our 30s now so we may as well embrace middle age.
At one point driving through the gorgeous countryside, Mr Rose pointed at a field of cows and made a reference to them being nice looking sheep. Dear reader, he has not one but two Cambridge degrees plus a law degree, and he knows more about international politics than anyone I've ever met. But the poor confused London boy is not so hot on his farmyard animals. Next time you see him, feel free to give him a little lesson on exactly what says cockadoodledoo and what a baby horse is called. He needs educating.
When I had stopped snorting with laughter, we went on a lovely walk as part of my training for my half marathon walk I'm doing in October. We nearly got lost / had a massive row / split up in part of the forrest but found our bashed up old Golf just in time before the rain came down. We picked loads of blackberries as there were moments when we were so lost we thought we might be spending the night there and thought they would keep us alive til morning. However, we eventually found the car and made it home and decided to make a crumble with the blackberries - plus pears, greengages and apples from the cottage garden.
|The lovely garden in The Cottage|
Photographic evidence of lovely crumble:
|Greengage, apple, pear and blackberry|
|Lovely crumble topping with flaked almonds for flavour|
It was eaten in front of roaring stove and 3 episodes of The Sopranos :-)
I have to admit that we also had some for breakfast the next morning but then we went out and climbed up Symonds Yat to burn off the naughtiness. Here is the view from the top - and yes, we climbed up from the river THAT IS A VERY LONG WAY UP and it definitely was worth it - what a view!
Hope you all had a great Banko too. What did you get up to?