Thursday, 22 September 2011
The week before last was bonkers: stacks of jewellery-making, starting teaching at The Make Lounge in London and fruit pie coordination at a village picnic.
As I said, bonkers. After all that I definitely qualified for zombie status. Mr P took one look at me and suggested I have a break I thought a nap would be good but he insisted I have a night away.
I rang Mrs TH and a day or two later we stayed at Rifleman's cottage run by Pomona and the Head Chef.
Cue the following:
woodburning stove, lovely bloggy chat, homemade flapjack, fish and chips, roast pork dinner, wine, picking hedgerow fruit, stupendous breakfast, trip to the seaside, apple crumble and custard,
...not necessarily in that order. There was also a tour round their beautiful permaculture garden, introduced to pigs, dogs and chickens and were given a crate of homegrown fruit to take home. Ace! The only drawback? I forgot my camera card.
There are two bedrooms - one double and one twin so enough space for a whole family.
It's a fabulous place to stay. You will be looked after.