What a wonderful weekend, the weather was perfect, far better than what the lady had reported the day before on the TV.
On Saturday Math and I discovered a wonderful little quaint restaurant, hiding from view tucked away in the woods. Once in there we could see why the two guys who owned it didn't need to advertise their whereabouts. It's called Poplar Farm, and it was 'very pop(u)lar', they managed to seat us at a table in the conservatory, which was perfect for me. Watching the sunset whilst eating my meal was marvelous, the pink haze that reflected into the room from the sunset made me feel like I was a caricature in a fairy story (although it was not porridge or the blood from an English man on the menu). For my starter I had fresh crab (we had been served a complimentary spicy mixed bean soup from the chef before this, with warm nutty bread). For my main course I had local lamb and asparagus, served with home grown potatoes. They also served a bowl with even more vegetables buttered within it, but the serving on the plate was more than enough for me. The lamb was beautiful and melted in my mouth, the redcurrant sauce accompanied it perfectly, without distracting from the flavour of the lamb.
This was followed with a brandy basket over flowing with fresh fruit, a huge dollop of vanilla ice-cream and drizzled with maple syrup. The finale was as much quality coffee as your heart desired.
Obviously the two guys who owed it were ex show business , the walls covered from top to bottom with photos from famous well wishers. Unfortunately they were so busy I didn't have chance to do a 'Queenie' interview with them, to find out how they had gone from strutting the boards to opening this delightful restaurant. But never fear I will be back, and hopefully I can gather all the relevant information about their theatrical pasts....
You would have thought that after our brandy's, back home we would sleep until late. Alas not to be, I think Math and I have so much going off in our heads at the moment that we are having difficulty absorbing that deep sleep that finds you fully rested the next day.
We were both laid there at four in the morning fearful of disturbing each another, I whispered "are you awake" to which Math replied "yes are you", we both broke out laughing.
So at 5.30am Math and I where on the beach collecting unusual pebbles to add to our collection and watching the sun rise, which was as magnificent as watching it set the night before.
Later that afternoon we had a BBQ, a little wine and a snooze before returning home.
One important thing that I noticed this weekend, and why I'm slightly annoyed at myself, because generally these are the fundamental tools I've used to survive on.
Is that as much as I love it when my son and his girlfriend visit, the conversation is in the majority about their worlds, which obviously is majorly important to me.
But because Math and I had been alone, and not met up with friends we had talked and talked and talked.
I shared my fears about my forthcoming operation, he told me how he would be here to support me.
He told me about the heavy workload he was managing at the moment and about the future plans he had to make regarding his business.
We discussed many issues about ourselves and our lives together, which made me realise how long it had been since we had taken time to share time together.
We have made a pact that no matter how mad and whirlwind blasted our lives are, we must take time out for 'OUR TIME'.........
But you promised forever...............
