Silly me, thinking that this was going to be the trickiest part of the journey..
Once past Shepshed I was looking for a safe place to stop and get photo of the road we were supposed to do egg run on. This was the most 'main' road the run went on, and at several points the tracks disappeared and you couldn't really see the road. Don't even want to imagine how much fun that would be on a motorbike. Then I was going round one of the 90 degree bends on the A512 when all of a sudden there were cones and a Road Closed sign. Luckily (?) brain processed in time to take the side road. Ended up tres lost in Whitick crawling up a scary hill and then ABS shuddering down the other side in the most dicey driving conditions I've ever braved. Began to wonder if I would ever make it to Cornwall. Eventually made it to the A42 Roundabout where it got a lot better. Snow lasted until way past Birmingham.
iPod a Godsend. Love it when a plan actually works (just don't think about how many more shirts I must iron to pay for it). Terry Wogan was good. The Sugar Sisters were fab. I must get hold of their version of 'everybody wants to be a cat'. One pee stop on the way.. sausage roll and flask of coffee while getting eyeballed by a crow at the services.
Cup of tea on arrival, scouring books for plans for the week. Didn't want to sit on ass for whole day, so looked for nearby cache. So grateful for a decent phone signal, so that I could google all the snooker clues. Then had to wait for Pops to faff. Then had to persuade him to be brave and leap the stream. The hint for the cache was hilariously inaccurate. 'In tree by gate'.. What tree? Use of slate very genius though..
Searched for the next nearest then toddled off with no real plan for how to get there. Aided by our Gandalf sticks we traversed very muddy fields leading us to reminisce about the incident in the Derbyshire field where a man told us to follow him, them promptly fell over in the mud, and farted getting up.Anyway, nearing the next cache we were strolling along a path between two fences. I was checking the location on my phone when Pops said "is that a rabbit? It's huge". Without looking up from the phone I replied "nah, wallaby". Then looked up. It actually was a Wallaby. Curse me for not taking either camera out with me.
We were so distracted by the wildlife and the questions that arose, that we had to go back for the cache. Eventually figured our that we must somehow have come across the Otter centre that we had driven past on the way to the cottage.
So, nice walk. Abandoned muddy boots by the door. Used the AA app to find a nice pub. Foolishly let Yoda lead us there. He seemed to be in single track more a path than a road route mode.
First contender for quote of the week...
Me: "You've got sauce on your blouse Nan"
Nan: "No thanks" !!!
Scrounged my starter and had this for my main. Good choice :-)
If only this was the case..
Trivial pursuit and milky coffee in front of the fire when we got back to the cottage. Girls were leading 3-0 before the Boys answered a question. All of a sudden they came back, had me worried, but we won in the end. Off to bed in the top bunk. No Nan as she couldn't get upstairs.
Will miss the ducks.
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