First a gorgeous surprise arrived in the post from Mary-Anne Richardson of Magpies Mumblings.
We've been blog friends for many years and it was a generous and beautiful and unexpected gift.
Isn't it pretty?
We are still close and had a very happy four days together. We had a super 'Beatrix Potter ' day, visiting Hill Top Sawrey and Yew Tree Farm. Connected with Beatrix. We crossed Windermere on the ferry and experienced the ridiculous and controversial new ticket machine, which was later the subject of a an item on the local BBC news!
Shortly after that we had a week in Dorset. Lyme Regis to be precise.
When we arrived at our last minute accommodation we were a bit daunted by the exterior view at first.
But it was like opening a craggy oyster shell to reveal the beautiful Mother-of-Pearl interior,
Entering the door at the top of the steps revealed and lovely apartment with French Windows opening onto a gorgeous little patio overlooking the sea.
We had a most beautiful relaxing week . It was a complete joy to walk about the town and down to
the sea and relax in the very comfortable apartment.
Lyme Regis is a lovely town. Real English seaside with something for everyone.
We did get the car out on one or two days , We went to Beer.
Lyme Regis harbour is so interesting
The light is glorious.
There are so many lovely places to eat as well.
We ate in The Harbour Inn. A seagull swooped and ate half my hake!
And one day we revisited The Anchor Inn at Seatown. Still fabulous.
On our journey home we took a detour to eat in Wells at the most wonderful vegetarian restaurant The Good Earth. Really worth a detour.
And the Town Cryer of Wells will offer all sorts of helpful advice like car parking tips.
Its always good to get home though.
Usualy at this time of year we are in Symi but not this year.
I made a moussaka to help us get over it.
I used nearly every pan and every utensil.
It was worth it.
Even better when we ate the other half a few weeks later, defrosted and reheated it was delicious.
Hetty had a haircut at a different place, much nearer home.
And a mirror.
Then.... the scaffolding began.
We are having a new roof, some pointing and while the scaffold is up my husband is painting the hard to reach bits.
Its a good job he has a head for heights but I can't help worrying.
And meanwhile I'm preparing for Yarndale.
Stand 17 . Come and see me.