Sunday, 20 September 2015
How about . . .
. . . taking a walk with us along a section of the Kennet and Avon Canal. We'll start at Bradford-on-Avon and walk as far as the aqueduct at Avoncliff, at which point we'll rest a while with an ice cream, and then walk back again. Enjoy.
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Five in five on five
On the 5th day of each month Sandie at itchifingers invites us to join in with her, here is my post for September.
Last week GM and I enjoyed a day at the races. Salisbury has quite a small course, it doesn't host any major races, most of the meets are for novice horses and young jockies - I think this young man will go far.
We were only in the cheap enclosure but still had very good views of the horses as they made their way down to the start.
This course, as with most others, is as flat as it can be given the geography of the area, however there is still a gradual climb to the finishing line.
Here you can see the winner and the second placed horses approaching the finishing line, but not the one I chose to back, she finished second-to-last!
Still, at least that means I can have a consolation ice-cream.
To join in, and/or view other posts, please see here
Last week GM and I enjoyed a day at the races. Salisbury has quite a small course, it doesn't host any major races, most of the meets are for novice horses and young jockies - I think this young man will go far.
We were only in the cheap enclosure but still had very good views of the horses as they made their way down to the start.
This course, as with most others, is as flat as it can be given the geography of the area, however there is still a gradual climb to the finishing line.
Here you can see the winner and the second placed horses approaching the finishing line, but not the one I chose to back, she finished second-to-last!
Still, at least that means I can have a consolation ice-cream.
To join in, and/or view other posts, please see here
Friday, 4 September 2015
Who do you think you are?
This is not a political post, I prefer to keep my politics and religion (lack thereof) to myself, but, just out of interest, I am wondering how many of us are able to trace our family roots back to immigrants or political refugees.
My grandmother's maiden name was Le May, french in origin, and my sister has been able to trace the Le May family back to when they came to the UK as Huguenots to escape persecution from the French authorities. They were silk weavers, and lived, sometimes 10 or more family members in one room, in the East End of London for many generations.
GM knows that one of his father's predecessors made their way from Ireland to Liverpool, probably to escape the great Irish potato famine.
These are known connections, there may be, and probably are, others.
So we are both descendents of immigrants and grateful to this country for accepting them.
My grandmother's maiden name was Le May, french in origin, and my sister has been able to trace the Le May family back to when they came to the UK as Huguenots to escape persecution from the French authorities. They were silk weavers, and lived, sometimes 10 or more family members in one room, in the East End of London for many generations.
GM knows that one of his father's predecessors made their way from Ireland to Liverpool, probably to escape the great Irish potato famine.
These are known connections, there may be, and probably are, others.
So we are both descendents of immigrants and grateful to this country for accepting them.
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
New beginnings
Hello, and welcome to September. Ever since my oldest son, who is now approaching 45 years old, started school, September has been the start of the year for me, and this year is no different.
2015 has, thus far, been one of the most difficult years I've had to face for a very long time. Several things, outside of my control but inside my sphere of activity, have happened which I don't wish to go into, but which have caused me a deal of pain and anguish and soul-searching. I have, since the middle of July, withdrawn myself from social activity of any sort and spent a lot of time asking "why?". Since the beginning of August I've also been in some physical discomfort due to what I was told by the surgery nurse was a pulled muscle. However, yesterday, while in a great deal of agony, I saw a doctor, who diagnosed arthritis in my hip, and initially prescribed painkillers and physio-therapy. Early this morning, two hours before it was time to get up, I took my first dose of the strong painkillers, and by the time I got out of bed I found that, although I could still feel a slight niggle, I was pain free, both physically, and more importantly, mentally. A lot of fog and uncertainty has cleared, and now I feel ready to move back into the outside world and re-engage.
So, to all of my friends, both real and virtual, who have been quietly supportive of me during my reclusion, I would like to say a big thank you, and to reassure you that over the next few weeks I'll be re-establishing contact. I don't intend to spend the rest of my life on painkillers, so I'll be making some significant lifestyle changes in order to ameleorate the effects of the arthritis, the main two being exercises to increase suppleness and dietary strictness with regards to my sugar intake (reduce) and omega 3 intake (increase). For the first few months of the year I had successfully shed 8 kilos of excess baggage, and if I am able to release another 5 kilos I'll be inside my target healthy weight range.
There is really nothing I can do to change the family circumstances which caused the initial and secondary hurts, except to accept things as they now are, continue to love and support all those family members who need it, and rebuild my own life accordingly.
Happy New Beginnings.
2015 has, thus far, been one of the most difficult years I've had to face for a very long time. Several things, outside of my control but inside my sphere of activity, have happened which I don't wish to go into, but which have caused me a deal of pain and anguish and soul-searching. I have, since the middle of July, withdrawn myself from social activity of any sort and spent a lot of time asking "why?". Since the beginning of August I've also been in some physical discomfort due to what I was told by the surgery nurse was a pulled muscle. However, yesterday, while in a great deal of agony, I saw a doctor, who diagnosed arthritis in my hip, and initially prescribed painkillers and physio-therapy. Early this morning, two hours before it was time to get up, I took my first dose of the strong painkillers, and by the time I got out of bed I found that, although I could still feel a slight niggle, I was pain free, both physically, and more importantly, mentally. A lot of fog and uncertainty has cleared, and now I feel ready to move back into the outside world and re-engage.
So, to all of my friends, both real and virtual, who have been quietly supportive of me during my reclusion, I would like to say a big thank you, and to reassure you that over the next few weeks I'll be re-establishing contact. I don't intend to spend the rest of my life on painkillers, so I'll be making some significant lifestyle changes in order to ameleorate the effects of the arthritis, the main two being exercises to increase suppleness and dietary strictness with regards to my sugar intake (reduce) and omega 3 intake (increase). For the first few months of the year I had successfully shed 8 kilos of excess baggage, and if I am able to release another 5 kilos I'll be inside my target healthy weight range.
There is really nothing I can do to change the family circumstances which caused the initial and secondary hurts, except to accept things as they now are, continue to love and support all those family members who need it, and rebuild my own life accordingly.
Happy New Beginnings.
Monday, 13 July 2015
How to spend a wet Sunday
I'm not keen on housework. But, sometimes it has to be done. Yesterday was wet on and off for most of the day, so I decided it was time to do some cleaning. And where shall I start? The conservatory of course. My conservatory is my potting shed, greenhouse and also a place to sit and view the garden, but it had become a bit of an untidy mess.
At the end of the day it was a bit better and I have space to work.
Today it's still wet, so I have no excuse not to do some more cleaning elsewhere in the house. Not true, I do have an excuse, I'm off to meet Jean for coffee and a natter.
At the end of the day it was a bit better and I have space to work.
Today it's still wet, so I have no excuse not to do some more cleaning elsewhere in the house. Not true, I do have an excuse, I'm off to meet Jean for coffee and a natter.
Sunday, 7 June 2015
Derby Day, and a hint from the universe.
Background history
When GM was a much younger man, footloose and fancy-free, he used to follow and gamble on horse-racing, only flat though, he wasn't a fan of hurdles. Being, as he is, very careful with money, I doubt he took many big risks, but working on finding out about the lineage of the horse, the success of the trainer and various other factors, he often made a small supplement to his income.
When we met we were both living in West Ewell, the less well-healed part of the borough of Epsom and Ewell, and were very aware of the carnival atmosphere in the area during Derby week (as it was then). Only once in the 22 years I was there did we actually visit the race meeting, but we always both picked a horse to back - this was the only gambling we allowed ourselves during that period, and since we moved away we have continued the tradition of picking the horse we thought would be the Derby winner, with varying success rates, and let's just say that we are both out of pocket over the years but not by a huge sum (I'm talking about 10s of pounds rather than anything more).
Stepping back further in time to the 70s when I lived in Essex, I had a friend by the name of Janice, I don't remember exactly when we met, she was at that time one of the crowd we bumped into in the pub and as the years passed we became fairly close friends. Soon after I moved away, she married and her surname became Hobbs.
Fast-forward again to yesterday, Derby Day.
I woke with that horrible feeling of an imminent bout of cystitis, but fortunately my surgery have given me some quite strong tablets to take to nip it in the bud so after breakfast I took one. The only slight side effect to them is feeling a bit "fuggy".
GM gave me the part of the newspaper with the list of Derby runners and riders to choose my horse. GM still uses his old tried and trusted method of picking a horse, my method is slightly less scientific, I just glance through the list and pick a name I like. Yesterday, I chose three names on the list (alphabetically) Hans Holbein, because I have recently started painting (a bit of a tenuous connection, I'll grant), Jack Hobbs, because of the similarity of the name to my long-term friend Janice, and Rogue Runner (because GM's name appears if you subtract the letters u u n n e and r). In an attempt to cut the list down to one horse I looked at the betting figures and discovered that Rogue Runner was a 100/1 outsider so was immediately chopped of the list, and that Jack Hobbs was second favourite with quite short odds, so I plumped for Hans Holbein. Very unusually it transpired that using his method of selection, GM had picked the same horse, so I felt my choice was vindicated and he dutifully went online and backed the horse for both of us.
Mid morning, and imagine my surprise when my phone started ringing and displayed Janice's name. I answered the phone only to hear vague noises in the background, so after saying hello several times I hung up. Half a minute later the phone rang again, so I answered it again, and the same thing happened. After the third time of ringing I texted Janice to find out what was going on, apparently she was out gardening with her phone in her pocket and the phone was ringing me of its own accord.
I thought no more about it and carried on with my day, feeling a bit fuggy, but managing to complete a few tasks. Come 3.45 in the afternoon I was ready for a shower, and, as quite often happens, once I was under the shower I began to feel pretty relaxed. Then it hit me - the universe had been trying to tell me something, Jack Hobbs was going to win the Derby, I felt sure of it. But then reason took over, I had placed a bet on Hans Holbein, the same horse that GM had chosen, and by the time I could get dried and dressed it would be too late to do anything about it anyway. So I did nothing.
4.30, the race started, and Hans Holbein took the lead very early on and held on to it right until Tattenham Corner (famous for the Emily Davison suicide), both GM and I were guardedly excited, of course, but knew full well that the likelihood of holding on to the lead was slim. And we were right, once on the homeward straight other, stronger horses took over and by the finishing line the leader was the favourite Golden Horn, but Jack Hobbs was second, and the tiring Hans Holbein? Well let's just say that he finished ahead of Rogue Runner.
So, the moral of this story is two-fold. Firstly, I realize now that had I not been feeling fuggy I might have made the connection earlier while there was still time to change my bet, and had I done that I would not have lost the initial stake money, but would instead have broken even as Jack Hobbs started at 4/1 and my bet was an each way bet. Secondly, gambling is a mug's game and should only be undertaken for a bit of fun, using only money that you can afford to lose.
When GM was a much younger man, footloose and fancy-free, he used to follow and gamble on horse-racing, only flat though, he wasn't a fan of hurdles. Being, as he is, very careful with money, I doubt he took many big risks, but working on finding out about the lineage of the horse, the success of the trainer and various other factors, he often made a small supplement to his income.
When we met we were both living in West Ewell, the less well-healed part of the borough of Epsom and Ewell, and were very aware of the carnival atmosphere in the area during Derby week (as it was then). Only once in the 22 years I was there did we actually visit the race meeting, but we always both picked a horse to back - this was the only gambling we allowed ourselves during that period, and since we moved away we have continued the tradition of picking the horse we thought would be the Derby winner, with varying success rates, and let's just say that we are both out of pocket over the years but not by a huge sum (I'm talking about 10s of pounds rather than anything more).
Stepping back further in time to the 70s when I lived in Essex, I had a friend by the name of Janice, I don't remember exactly when we met, she was at that time one of the crowd we bumped into in the pub and as the years passed we became fairly close friends. Soon after I moved away, she married and her surname became Hobbs.
Fast-forward again to yesterday, Derby Day.
I woke with that horrible feeling of an imminent bout of cystitis, but fortunately my surgery have given me some quite strong tablets to take to nip it in the bud so after breakfast I took one. The only slight side effect to them is feeling a bit "fuggy".
GM gave me the part of the newspaper with the list of Derby runners and riders to choose my horse. GM still uses his old tried and trusted method of picking a horse, my method is slightly less scientific, I just glance through the list and pick a name I like. Yesterday, I chose three names on the list (alphabetically) Hans Holbein, because I have recently started painting (a bit of a tenuous connection, I'll grant), Jack Hobbs, because of the similarity of the name to my long-term friend Janice, and Rogue Runner (because GM's name appears if you subtract the letters u u n n e and r). In an attempt to cut the list down to one horse I looked at the betting figures and discovered that Rogue Runner was a 100/1 outsider so was immediately chopped of the list, and that Jack Hobbs was second favourite with quite short odds, so I plumped for Hans Holbein. Very unusually it transpired that using his method of selection, GM had picked the same horse, so I felt my choice was vindicated and he dutifully went online and backed the horse for both of us.
Mid morning, and imagine my surprise when my phone started ringing and displayed Janice's name. I answered the phone only to hear vague noises in the background, so after saying hello several times I hung up. Half a minute later the phone rang again, so I answered it again, and the same thing happened. After the third time of ringing I texted Janice to find out what was going on, apparently she was out gardening with her phone in her pocket and the phone was ringing me of its own accord.
I thought no more about it and carried on with my day, feeling a bit fuggy, but managing to complete a few tasks. Come 3.45 in the afternoon I was ready for a shower, and, as quite often happens, once I was under the shower I began to feel pretty relaxed. Then it hit me - the universe had been trying to tell me something, Jack Hobbs was going to win the Derby, I felt sure of it. But then reason took over, I had placed a bet on Hans Holbein, the same horse that GM had chosen, and by the time I could get dried and dressed it would be too late to do anything about it anyway. So I did nothing.
4.30, the race started, and Hans Holbein took the lead very early on and held on to it right until Tattenham Corner (famous for the Emily Davison suicide), both GM and I were guardedly excited, of course, but knew full well that the likelihood of holding on to the lead was slim. And we were right, once on the homeward straight other, stronger horses took over and by the finishing line the leader was the favourite Golden Horn, but Jack Hobbs was second, and the tiring Hans Holbein? Well let's just say that he finished ahead of Rogue Runner.
So, the moral of this story is two-fold. Firstly, I realize now that had I not been feeling fuggy I might have made the connection earlier while there was still time to change my bet, and had I done that I would not have lost the initial stake money, but would instead have broken even as Jack Hobbs started at 4/1 and my bet was an each way bet. Secondly, gambling is a mug's game and should only be undertaken for a bit of fun, using only money that you can afford to lose.
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Finished, at last.
It was exactly a year ago today that we had the plumbers in to replace and relocate our gas boiler, you can read about it here.
There then followed a certain amount of reorganising of the cooking area, which originally looked like this.
What you cant see from this photo is that the cooking area is located immediately inside the door to the hall, and there is a rather unsightly and totally ineffective copper-coloured cooker hood above the hob.
Well, after a year of working, on and off, in the kitchen, work which included installing and wiring up for a working extractor fan and some spot lights, buying a new hob and installing it in a different place, fitting a new piece of worktop where the removal of the old hob left a gaping hole, removing useless small cupboards and cooker hood and replacing with a row of new cupboards, removing and cleaning up the tiles above the old hob, and replacing them on the wall above the new hob, rewiring and replacing electrical points, re-waxing the entire kitchen worktop, fitting and painting beading around tiling and painting the walls, it is now finished. There was such a lot of work to be done that I've probably forgotten some of it - but all the while this was happening we were not without a working kitchen for more than 12 hours at any one time and we only had to eat out once (see next sentence) - quite a feat. We also had a bit of a plumbing disaster when the chippy put his drill through a hot water pipe, but the less said about that the better. Where we could, we did the work ourselves, but where necessary (plumbing, carpenting) we had professional help.
I could include several shots of work in progress, but that would be a bit boring, so here is just one
and here is what it looks like now, one whole year since the removal of the boiler
I love my "new" kitchen, except that I'm not happy with the heat mats, they were cheap, don't match the colour scheme and are not up to standard, so they will be replaced.
So, what's next?
There then followed a certain amount of reorganising of the cooking area, which originally looked like this.
What you cant see from this photo is that the cooking area is located immediately inside the door to the hall, and there is a rather unsightly and totally ineffective copper-coloured cooker hood above the hob.
Well, after a year of working, on and off, in the kitchen, work which included installing and wiring up for a working extractor fan and some spot lights, buying a new hob and installing it in a different place, fitting a new piece of worktop where the removal of the old hob left a gaping hole, removing useless small cupboards and cooker hood and replacing with a row of new cupboards, removing and cleaning up the tiles above the old hob, and replacing them on the wall above the new hob, rewiring and replacing electrical points, re-waxing the entire kitchen worktop, fitting and painting beading around tiling and painting the walls, it is now finished. There was such a lot of work to be done that I've probably forgotten some of it - but all the while this was happening we were not without a working kitchen for more than 12 hours at any one time and we only had to eat out once (see next sentence) - quite a feat. We also had a bit of a plumbing disaster when the chippy put his drill through a hot water pipe, but the less said about that the better. Where we could, we did the work ourselves, but where necessary (plumbing, carpenting) we had professional help.
I could include several shots of work in progress, but that would be a bit boring, so here is just one
and here is what it looks like now, one whole year since the removal of the boiler
I love my "new" kitchen, except that I'm not happy with the heat mats, they were cheap, don't match the colour scheme and are not up to standard, so they will be replaced.
So, what's next?
Saturday, 2 May 2015
Curtains
I was asked the other day if I could make curtains, which, I thought at the time, was rather strange, as I've been making curtains since I was knee-high to a grasshopper (well maybe not quite that long, but at least 47 years, anyway). But, of course, I realized that I just made curtains and then hung them up and didn't really bother mentioning to anyone that I'd made them unless they asked.
So, I went round the house and photographed all the curtains that we currently have that I've made myself.
Firstly in our bedroom, we have these, which I made last year specifically for this room where we have two windows at the front of the house which face roughly towards the northwest. They are lined with darkroom thickness linings so that we'll be able, in our dotage, to take afternoon naps in the semi-dark. I bought the fabric from Shamrock linens in Devizes, which features again later in this post.
In the guest room we have this pair, which were originally made for GM's office in our Surrey house - they must be at least 12 years old, are still in pretty good condition, and fit this window perfectly.
The oldest curtains currently in use here are those in my studio. I made these for the front bedroom (first our room, then GO's) in the Surrey house way back in about 1993 or 94. For reasons I cant remember now they are an asymmetrical pair, one curtain being one fabric width and the other being two fabric widths wide, and oddly enough that makes them a perfect fit for the pole in the studio, which has a support bracket at roughly 1/3 the way along the length (dont ask me why, I've no idea!) Being over twenty years old they are now a bit faded, but not as badly as they might have been had I not lined them with brown corduroy at the time.
Another curtain that I made for the Surrey house is now in our little bedroom, I made it originally for the window at the bottom of the stairs, next to the front door, in about 2007, after decorating the hall ready to put the house on the market. Quite a narrow window, so a single curtain was enough, the fabric was from John Lewis in Kingston, and as the curtain didn't fit any of the windows in the Devizes house it is still in relatively new condition and will do for the time being in the little room, until we decorate.
Earlier in the post I mentioned Shamrock Linens in Devizes. When we were fairly new to the town I bought an end of roll, I think I got fifteen metres of fabric for about half price, so I'm guessing (because, sadly I can't remember) it cost me about £50. I made a double sided curtain for our wide front door, which also fits our current front door perfectly,
and the rest fabric didn't get used while we lived there until we were in the throes of buying this house when I realized that I had enough fabric and that it was the exact right colour for our TV room. These curtains were made up in a bit of a hurry, and really need to be taken down and finished off properly - the lining needs to be properly stitched on for a start - I had machined it but as the fabrics were different weights it puckered up so I opened up the seams and it now just hangs in position! One of Cassie's favourite places to sit, in the afternoons when the sun gets round, is on this windowsill, so the lining is always covered in cat's hairs.
The curtains currently in our front room were yet again made for the Surrey house, for GT's room when he went through a bright red/yellow/orange combination of decoration for his room. They aren't the ideal curtains for their current location, but they'll do for the time being - this room is quite a long way down the list of rooms to decorate, as it's not one we use very much, more of a dumping ground at the moment.
Finally another Shamrock Linens purchase, our dining room curtains made specifically for this room, when we decorated it over winter 2012/13. As they are in front of the sliding doors into the conservatory and are for visual purposes only (so we don't have to look at a big black hole over the winter months) and not for any form of heat preservation, they were very simple to make as they aren't lined at all.
This is just a small selection of all the curtains I've made over the years, but it's certainly made me think that I might not be too bad at curtain making.
So, I went round the house and photographed all the curtains that we currently have that I've made myself.
Firstly in our bedroom, we have these, which I made last year specifically for this room where we have two windows at the front of the house which face roughly towards the northwest. They are lined with darkroom thickness linings so that we'll be able, in our dotage, to take afternoon naps in the semi-dark. I bought the fabric from Shamrock linens in Devizes, which features again later in this post.
In the guest room we have this pair, which were originally made for GM's office in our Surrey house - they must be at least 12 years old, are still in pretty good condition, and fit this window perfectly.
The oldest curtains currently in use here are those in my studio. I made these for the front bedroom (first our room, then GO's) in the Surrey house way back in about 1993 or 94. For reasons I cant remember now they are an asymmetrical pair, one curtain being one fabric width and the other being two fabric widths wide, and oddly enough that makes them a perfect fit for the pole in the studio, which has a support bracket at roughly 1/3 the way along the length (dont ask me why, I've no idea!) Being over twenty years old they are now a bit faded, but not as badly as they might have been had I not lined them with brown corduroy at the time.
Another curtain that I made for the Surrey house is now in our little bedroom, I made it originally for the window at the bottom of the stairs, next to the front door, in about 2007, after decorating the hall ready to put the house on the market. Quite a narrow window, so a single curtain was enough, the fabric was from John Lewis in Kingston, and as the curtain didn't fit any of the windows in the Devizes house it is still in relatively new condition and will do for the time being in the little room, until we decorate.
Earlier in the post I mentioned Shamrock Linens in Devizes. When we were fairly new to the town I bought an end of roll, I think I got fifteen metres of fabric for about half price, so I'm guessing (because, sadly I can't remember) it cost me about £50. I made a double sided curtain for our wide front door, which also fits our current front door perfectly,
and the rest fabric didn't get used while we lived there until we were in the throes of buying this house when I realized that I had enough fabric and that it was the exact right colour for our TV room. These curtains were made up in a bit of a hurry, and really need to be taken down and finished off properly - the lining needs to be properly stitched on for a start - I had machined it but as the fabrics were different weights it puckered up so I opened up the seams and it now just hangs in position! One of Cassie's favourite places to sit, in the afternoons when the sun gets round, is on this windowsill, so the lining is always covered in cat's hairs.
The curtains currently in our front room were yet again made for the Surrey house, for GT's room when he went through a bright red/yellow/orange combination of decoration for his room. They aren't the ideal curtains for their current location, but they'll do for the time being - this room is quite a long way down the list of rooms to decorate, as it's not one we use very much, more of a dumping ground at the moment.
Finally another Shamrock Linens purchase, our dining room curtains made specifically for this room, when we decorated it over winter 2012/13. As they are in front of the sliding doors into the conservatory and are for visual purposes only (so we don't have to look at a big black hole over the winter months) and not for any form of heat preservation, they were very simple to make as they aren't lined at all.
This is just a small selection of all the curtains I've made over the years, but it's certainly made me think that I might not be too bad at curtain making.
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Valentine's Day . . .
. . . in our house is celebrated a bit earlier than the rest of the world, as February 3rd is the day, 28 years ago, that GM and I become a couple.
We had a thoroughly enjoyable day, despite opening the curtains in the morning to see a slight covering of snow on the ground (which was completely gone by midday).
At lunch time we took ourselves off to a new pub, well not new but new to us, the Horse and Groom, situated in a tiny hamlet called East Woodlands, to the south-east of Frome. Our journey to the pub would be a story on its own, involving narrow lanes, a hedge-cutting tractor, a bank-climbing land rover, a ford (that's a river ford, not a vehicle!) and almost any other obstacle that you could think of, but that's for another day, possibly (or not). But the pub itself was a gem, a real old country pub serving real decent beer and real decent food.
We both enjoyed a couple of glasses of Butcombe Best (which is brewed not that far away, just to the south of Bristol) - despite what it says on my glass.
We sat near to the fire and were nice and warm
The baguettes that we ordered were really tasty but enormous, I couldn't finish all of mine.
It was one of those pubs that felt just right, no effort had been made to change it from its traditional role of being the social centre of the village (hamlet).
We loved it, and will definitely be going there again, only next time we'll take the slightly longer, but much quicker, route using the A362 and the A361.
I hope you all enjoy your Valentine's Day as much as we did ours.
We had a thoroughly enjoyable day, despite opening the curtains in the morning to see a slight covering of snow on the ground (which was completely gone by midday).
At lunch time we took ourselves off to a new pub, well not new but new to us, the Horse and Groom, situated in a tiny hamlet called East Woodlands, to the south-east of Frome. Our journey to the pub would be a story on its own, involving narrow lanes, a hedge-cutting tractor, a bank-climbing land rover, a ford (that's a river ford, not a vehicle!) and almost any other obstacle that you could think of, but that's for another day, possibly (or not). But the pub itself was a gem, a real old country pub serving real decent beer and real decent food.
We both enjoyed a couple of glasses of Butcombe Best (which is brewed not that far away, just to the south of Bristol) - despite what it says on my glass.
We sat near to the fire and were nice and warm
The baguettes that we ordered were really tasty but enormous, I couldn't finish all of mine.
It was one of those pubs that felt just right, no effort had been made to change it from its traditional role of being the social centre of the village (hamlet).
We loved it, and will definitely be going there again, only next time we'll take the slightly longer, but much quicker, route using the A362 and the A361.
I hope you all enjoy your Valentine's Day as much as we did ours.