Well, my car has now been given it's first proper run with me at the wheel. Long weekend in Wimborne Minster, down near Bournemouth & Pool.
Car did fine. We're still alive, so I did okay as driver, too.
The room in the guesthouse was fantastic - it was a loft conversion in what used to be the top of the stables for a georgian manor house. Very comfortable and relaxing. Which was good, because when the weather's poo, as it was on saturday, you might get drenched and not feel like doing much except curl up an laze around. That's exactly what we ended up doing on saturday afternoon, in fact.
On friday evening, after a bit of a general wander around the village (inlcuding a nose in the chained library of the Minster itself), we met up with a sea_cucumber
and went out to a pub for food & drinks (less of the drinks for me, alas, as I was driving). This also highlighted just how useless our map was.
Saturday, we wandered the village some more, got soaked and lazed about. In the evening, however, we went along to a storytelling event
, running as part of a weeklong storytelling festival
in the area. It was mighty cool. I'd have been happy if I'd just driven down solely for that event and then driven home again, to be honest.
This morning we checked out of the guesthouse. Since izzy_stradlin
hasn't had much experience in her life with waterslides, and it'd been too miserable and dreary to go to the beach properly, we called in at the local waterslide centre on our way home. I've not been on any for a long time either, so enjoyed it immensely. Good fun indeed, especially as we were early enough that it was mostly empty. It just started getting busy towards the end of our time there.
Now, at the end of it all, I'm home. I'm also extremely knackered. Thankfully, I don't go back to work until Thursday...