It’s been a busy week Chez Powling, but I took some time to have breakfast in bed on Tuesday morning. OK, I had to get it myself, husband (already up and about) was making himself porridge but I knew that there was a croissant in the fridge waiting to be warmed, how could I resist taking it back to bed with apricot jam, some strawberries, and lovely strong coffee? And my book, of course, which I’m enjoying (as I have Karen’s previous three books.)
Our main job on Tuesday was to collect Barry-the-dog and look after him for the day as our younger son and daughter-in-law were off for a celebratory lunch for her father’s 80th birthday at The Pig at Combe – a lovely restaurant/hotel, one of a chain of ‘Pig’ hotels, and this one used to belong to dear friends of ours who sold their hotel in 2015 and decamped 12,000 miles to the otherwise of the world and now live in western Australia. The weather was simply gorgeous and I managed to take some photos en route to our son’s house:
The golden fields against the blue sky looked lovely. Who would not wish to be in England when the weather is as lovely as this? (I took these photos as we joined a small traffic queue and crawled to a standstill just as this lovely view emerged, therefore I quickly put the car window down and whipped out my camera.)
Once we had returned home with Barry, and after he had had his lunch, he spent the rest of the day idle, as most dogs do, first watching the garden through the patio doors in the study …
and then having a little snooze on the sofa …
I don’t usually allow him on the ivory-coloured sofa but he beat me to it, and I hadn’t the heart to move him. I did ask him if he’d care to write a guest post on my blog, but he said he just wanted to get his head down.
Later, after Barry had been collected and had gone home, we decided that as it was such a gorgeous evening we’d go out for fish and chips. This is unusual for us as we know that fish and chips aren’t the healthiest of foods and also they usually give us chronic indigestion as we’ve not used to fatty foods, but now and again they are irresistible! Especially if from the award-winning Hanbury’s …
This is a map of Torbay showing the three towns of Torquay, Paignton and Brixham. Hanbury’s is in Babbacombe, just a short stroll from Babbacombe Downs from where you have the most marvellous views – even at dusk – of the whole of Babbacombe Bay, which is part of the larger Lyme Bay.
This view is on a level of where the word BABBACOMBE is on the map above
We just bought the smallest portion each of cod and chips and took them to eat on the Downs in the evening sunshine (by now it was around 7.30pm)
Babbacombe Downs which overlooks both Oddicombe and Babbabacombe Beaches
I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the Downs, looking towards the little Babbacombe Theatre at the far end of the Downs – those are my husband’s and my shadows on the grass. I’m pleased to say that neither of us had any repercussions by way of indigestion, and it was lovely to have a stroll of a summer’s evening.
Yesterday, Wednesday, we went to our younger son’s house for lunch. This was a family gathering, an extended birthday celebration not only for the 80-year-old but also his 13-year-old grandson (they have birthdays on the same day) who was staying with his parents and younger brother at his grandparents’ house – difficult to describe without naming names. There were ten of us in total. Unfortunately, the wife of our elder son, our grandson’s mummy, wasn’t able to be there as she was working. It’s really difficult, isn’t it, to find days when everyone can get together unless it’s a public holiday. The two young boys, the 13-year-old and his 9-year-old brother, played with our little 5-year-old grandson and the three of them had a great time, playing with Barry, or running around in the garden.
Yesterday saw the arrival of the book which reader Elizabeth recommended after having read my post on the history of Suburbia.
Inside there are some lovely illustrations of the various styles of house that have been built during this period (1840-1960). This is just one of many such illustrations:
There is so much to read, and all so interesting, even uniform for servants!
And today, more books arrived. I’ve mentioned the books by Alison Bruce recently; she has written several crime novels which are set in Cambridge (UK). I’m now looking forward to reading these:
Today, we did our Waitrose shop in which I included some deep burgundy-coloured gladioli. The photograph doesn’t accurately show their colour; they are a wonderful shade, not red or purple but somewhere in between:
And I also bought a bunch of white lisianthus:
Both the gladioli and the lisianthus will look even better as the buds open.
And after last weekend’s rain, we have sunshine again. Summer has returned. Wherever you are, I hope you are having a good week and that you will have a lovely weekend, too.
Until next time.
PS I almost forgot! I said to Kavitha that I’d post a photo of a sausage roll as she didn’t know what these looked like. Here is one of the ones we have bought at Me and Mrs Jones’ deli. Usually they are longer and not as wide as this, Kavitha: they have sausage meat in them and various seasonings, often with apple (as apple is a traditional accompaniment to pork here in the UK):
We were having our sausage rolls (they are cold, not hot) in the car after shopping at Waitrose, enjoying our ‘free’ Waitrose coffee with them.
Until next time.