We did shopping stuff on Saturday, as blogged earlier.
Sunday was a beautiful day, and as we had a letter to deliver to someone in Flax Bourton, we decided to walk. It’s not far, and would have taken about 15 minutes there and back in the car. We went up over Gatcombe Hill, one of my favourite walks, then down along the main road a little, only to find that the path across the railway is shut for still more diggering. We went down to the old (closed) Flax Bourton station, but couldn’t get through there either, so had to go down past the Bathing Pond Field (lovely name, home of the North Somerset Agricultural Show) and on to Jenny’s.
Letter delivered, we came back along the relatively new cycle path to Gatcombe Farm Shop, where we availed ourselves of a cracking roast beef carvery dinner for £7.95 each, before walking home the other side of the railway line, through the mad killer sheep. Out for about 4 hours in total, and my knees feel just about every step.
I did about 3 hours work when I got home, while Pete was brave and tackled Behind the Television, where the kittins have been bad. He also took the opportunity to finally put in the remote plug thingies we bought ages ago, and now we can turn everything off with the click of a button (apart from the Tivo and Freeview box or we wouldn’t get anything interesting recorded).
So that was it. Very nice.