How are we? Sunburnt and doesn't it feel good after all the rain and more rain and the cats and the dogs. Andrew and I are just back from a short break in the Isle of Wight. We got the ferry yesterday am at 10.15am from Lymington. Drove to Freshwater Bay where we parked before hiking up the Tennyson Downs to the Needles, then to Alum Bay and then back up over the Downs. I had my Birkenstocks on not expecting to walk 9 miles and boy, oh boy can I feel my feet now!
It's funny how it has felt like a 5 day weekend but has only been 2 days. I think the excitement of the ferry helped - you drive on and then go up like an elevator to make room for cars underneath you. Only I ran to the loo as they announced disembarkation, then couldn't find my way back to the right deck, got stuck in a stairwell and they'd already closed off the doors to the decks, so had to walk off with the passengers and was just feeling lucky I wasn't trapped in the stairwell which was the thought in my mind as panic spread. Doh! Fortunately I had left the car keys with a very bemused Andrew who was doing man thing of not listening when I announced my dash to the loo and that I'd meet him at the car, so he was perplexed indeed why I hadn't followed him - was I abducted or in the Channel?
One almost felt the need for a passport and to reset the watch. Andrew at one point thought "oh they speak English too"! We stayed at this fab and great value BnB - http://www.oceanviewhouse.co.uk/. Very modern large room with high ceiling and balcony with fab sea view in Ventnor
Back in Lymington we were greatly entertained by the fish n chip shop's sign that boasted how healthy it was for take away food because they used only three ingredients: potato, fish and batter. We wanted to ask did they pick their own batter, was it free range or organic!
What we couldn't work out was how somewhere as pretty and scenic as the Isle of Wight with such lovely high standard housing could have so many chavs. Everywhere we went the tacky shit amusement parks and greasy pubs were heaving while the National Trust parkland and swanky eateries were deserted. Godshill village was a classic example. The church which is what the village was built around is up a small hill and here you get the best classic British village photograph. We were the only ones there though and everyone else had only got between the car park and the village high street where every cottage had a menu board outside. Good news is we did have some fab food this weekend far from the madding crowds, also a delish obligatory cream tea. Of course I am intolerant to cream so will pay later.
Well that was good - I had something to write about other than having a new driveway and a massive hole in the kitchen ceiling. The extended driveway is a magnificent thing indeed because the last wife could never persuade him to cough up and do it (versus having grass that was now a mud bath), so it proves I am the most adored and obeyed of all the wives. Quite so :-) But what if he's like Henry VIII?!!!
My house is becoming a palace for sure with our super Polish cleaner on the case. I finally tracked one down by putting an ad in the Reading Polish food shop (fab place that gives you Polish fudge sweeties with your change) and persuaded her to come out into the wilds that is Thatcham. Now I have a cleaner, all feels well again in Marta world.
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