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Mutterings, musings and general brain flatulence. |
PROMPT: What was the best thing that happened in your life over the weekend? Looking at the week ahead, what are your goals and how will you motivate yourself to achieve them? Yesterday I met up with my cousin for the first time since Christmas (thanks Covid!). We live about two hours apart, and Bodmin moor is pretty much halfway; so we met up at a tiny little village called Minions (yeah, they even have little denim-dungaree wearing yellow dudes on the WELCOME sign now) and went for a gorgeous 4mile walk across Sowes Hill, past the Cheesewring and across to Sharptor. She bought Folly with her (best name for a dog ever imo) who thought it great fun to go gambling off over the moors. The Cheesewring is an enormous pile of flat stones stacked (naturally) twenty feet high, with some of the slabs thirty-odd feet wide. It's named after a type of cheese-press, although you could easily argue it also looks like a pile of cheese wheels. Legend has it Saint Tue and a giant named Uther had a rock throwing contest, but more prosaic evidence suggests that its existence is more likely due to weathering. Given the lashing rain and howling wind we are experiencing today (unlike yesterday's fabulous sunshine), I'm not ruling out either argument.Our little hike was followed by a brilliant little picnic near the car park and a well overdue natter (complete with passing over her birthday presents, having wrapped them so long ago, I'd forgotten what I'd bought her!). Eventually (prompted more by needing a loo-stop than anything else) we headed off to my aunt's house were we sat in the garden chatting with her and my uncle until Aunt brought out a brilliant little afternoon tea; sandwiches, Cornish heavy cake (instead of scones) with strawberry jam and cream, dates, slices of Bakewell tart and brownie, and tiny little cheesecake bombs. Best Beloved was working, so hadn't come up with me, so Uncle was adamant that anything that wasn't immediately eaten was taken inside before it 'curled up in the heat' for BB when I got home. Aunt then raided her garage for whatever homemade goodies she could find for Cousin and I to take home. I think between us, Cousin and I took home about ten jars of jam, curd, and chutneys. Not a bad little haul really  Oh, and I've just let BB cut my hair (really can't be bothered to wait another I-don't-know-how-many-weeks for just a trim at the hairdressers), so as far as goals go, keep from rolling my eyes every time someone 'compliments' me on my hair cut this week.... |
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