A long weekend means action on almost every main road in the UK. I know at home in NZ the statistics show that there are more cars on the road during the East break than any other time of the year.
So the question is are we better to stay off the road and burrow down with a few lbs of chocolate and hibernate for four days. Or just start that mighty little car, get behind the wheel, blow all caution to the wind and join them!!! Both could be as bad for your health as the other. I remember last year we joined some delightful friends at church then almost ran home in anticipation of this humongous pile of Easter Eggs that were waiting for us. They'd given up chocolate for Lent and we about to consume a months worth in one afternoon!!!
The debate was soon answered for us by a friend who requested our services while she zipped up to Scotland to visit her elderly mother. And yes we did devour a whole family of bunnies and even had special carob Easter eggs for our four legged friends. Chocolate is a real 'no no' for dogs but carob tastes just as good and they were delighted with their treats.
A couple of days prior to Easter we were down in the gorgeous Dorset countryside just out of Sherborne. One of our favourite parts of the country, and its Spring so you can imagine what a glorious sight it was.
Great timing as Annie, a great cook and lovers of traditions, had baked a delicious Simnel Cake !!! Its a lovely light fruit cake with a layer of marzipan in the middle and on top the eleven marzipan balls represent the twelve apostles, minus Judas. Usually eaten on Easter Sunday we couldn’t help ourselves.
Christopher had plenty of action happening in the garden with a new dry stone wall and steps being built. Peter, a local, was very proud of his traditional craftwork and happy to answer all our silly questions and put us to work.
So when not carting rocks, laying turf or moving firewood we took our two favorite friends with us for a stroll around the hills. Some gorgeous blue bells in the woods on our way.
Next was a job in Farnham with three naughty little Jack Russels. Endless energy and enthusiasm but not sure what direction to put it in so the puppy just chewed whatever she could lay her teeth into. Finishing on the wall paper in the kitchen one day - delighted she could feel it ripping she just kept pulling until it was half way up the wall! Luckily it's swirly wall paper so blended in surprisingly well! No one would suspect a thing.
But even more fun and games was that the eight month old puppy was on heat and here she is sharing a house or more precisely a room and a bed with two male dogs. One of these could have his name removed as he was twelve years old, and was no longer a ' real man' thanks to the workmanship the local vet. But his off sider Benji was two and a half and had all his family jewels still intact and was just beginning to realise what they were there for or more precisely what he could do with them. We spent a few tense days and nights supervising the teenagers as there were no other cages,kennels or even rooms to separate them. But proud to say no puppies made during our watch!!!!
It was a well timed stay in Farnham and we really did get to know the town and appreciate it a whole lot better. It is our UK home address after all!
The monthly Farmers Market fell on our last day so we wandered down, basket in hand, to meet K at his regular haunt. All the delicious meats, breads, jams, pies, chutneys, cheeses,fruits and vegetables. Everything either made or grown locally had a story, even the tomatoes driven up in the early hours of the morning from the Isle of White There was that familiar buzz that comes from a Sunday gathering of like minded foodies. They think of nothing of it, infact are in seventh heaven, as they whittle away the day talking food accross the counter with the passionate growers. Happy to tell the story of where it comes from, how was it grown, cured, cooked etc. A mouthwatering experience.