Nope. Your eyes do not deceive you.
The muddy one blogs once again. Sorry world. 😉
Admittedly it’s been a while. The dullness and tedium of everyday life and a whole heap of business admin to catch up on, leaving little time for fun and frolics, let alone blogging.
January has passed by in an absolute blur, seriously where did it go? Then finally, today, a day of leisure at last. A chance to kick back with one of my favourite people and exchange Christmas presents…I told you it has been busy!
A meeting arranged at Anglesey Abbey, mutually convenient, a lovely place to visit, and more importantly with a cracking selection of cake.
Another thing this superb location has to offer is geocaches, a trail set around the vast gardens. I’ve found the rest before but had sensibly saved one for just such an occasion.
Arriving early in order to make the find before meeting my friend, I was somewhat surprised by the amount of cars in the car park. Then I realised why. Something else the property has an abundance of; Snowdrops!
More than 300 varieties of them in fact, and people flock to see them. I don’t get flowers, (No, not because we’ve been married for flumpteen gazillion years.) I just don’t get what all the fuss is about. Anyway, I shall not judge, I’m the one who is there to search for Tupperware in the bushes…I’m well aware who is the weird one. 😉
Dodging the crowds I made a beeline for where the cache was hidden. A quiet spot near the Jacobean-style house itself. A quick find, but I couldn’t help but marvel at the almost artistic arrangement of camouflage hiding the cache.
So with the Tupperware hunting out of the way, back to pretending I’m completely normal 😉 and time to dash back to the restaurant.
A happy reunion with my friend and Goddaughter. Presents exchanged, lunch consumed, life caught up on as we sit and eye up the cakes.
Then my friend suggests a walk. Of course I’d love a walk! In fact I know a
snowdrop free zone quieter spot on the other side of the river. Off we go…
I should probably mention that this long cherished friendship was forged many years ago over the mutual love of ridiculously priced handbags. We shop ’til we drop, we city break – boy do we city break, but we don’t really walk.
A lovely footpath away from the crowds of the Abbey, the views scenically rustic, and the mud plentiful.
As you are well aware, I’m no stranger to the muddy stuff. Who knew it could be so amusing when your friend is a whole lot more dubious?!
Within minutes the
plough pushchair was abandoned, with the non negotiable command that I would be the one pushing along the (slightly😉) muddy path. A physical challenge for sure, but let’s not knock the added stability of a buggy in your hand – we all know my track record for staying upright!
An amusing walk as we slid, squealed and (someone) grumbled about the mud. The beauty of friendship of course being that you can
support and encourage each other laugh hard and torment them further… As if I would! 😁
So here’s to being to being back outdoors, to good times with old friends, but sadly with one failure.
We never got cake. Turns out the crowds love cake even more than they love snowdrops.