We’ve arrived safely in Devon after an early check up at the hospital for Wilf’s hand followed by a three and a half hour car journey. We are staying in a self catering house on a complex filled with other self catering houses, which they call lodges but I cannot bring myself to. There is also an old thatched coaching inn within the grounds where we plan to splash out on dinner tonight, and it also boasts a leisure centre.
The grounds are very nice with ponds and flower stocked beds. The dahlias outside our patio doors are still looking very good. We went for a wonder when we arrived to help shake off the sleepy feeling you get from making a long journey and to get a phone signal so I could call my boss to give him some information, or should I say tell him where I had managed to hide something he needed. The place has it’s own wildlife some very pretty ducks and a couple of peacocks.
We stumbled upon a fruiting crab apple which looks as if the fruit will just go to ruin – you’re reading my mind, yes I might just see if I can take it home with me at the end of the week (the fruit that is, not hr tree). It’s a shame if it went to waste. I may even ask permission or I think the Wilf one will disown me.