Saturday, April 28, 2012

Wet and wild

Off to north Yorkshire for a relaxing weekend away. We scuttle home from work, throw a few undies and toothbrushes in bags, check with the house sitter that all is well, pick up friend of child, dash round the supermarket, pick up dad and head north. We hadn't allowed for an evening meal so we consumed what was mainly meat products whilst on route...classy! 

It was all quite exciting, I'd spoken to the destination cottage owner earlier in the week, and was forewarned of treats in store. She asked if we had a dog. I'd told her we were probably leaving the dog at home with a house sitter. She asked me to let her know if we decided to bring the dog, and she would provide a welcome pack for the dog. When I said the dog wouldn't mind if he didn't get a welcome pack, she said "well, he wouldn't know about it would he?" hmmm We wended our way through small lanes to the village. All we knew was the name of the cottage and the street. There is actually only one street in the village, so finding it was easy. However, looking for the cottage name, in the dark, in the rain, with dad giving 'Helpful' advice and the kids choosing that moment to listen to music without headphones, I feared the worst. The destination gods were with us when I said pull over and ask that woman. It was the very same woman who owned the cottage, and was delivering what may have been an emergency dog welcome pack, just in case. 


Me and Leanne pretending we live in the nice cottage
The cottage is lovely, and the best surprise treat, was the one for librarians. All the obligatory leaflets for local attractions were catalogued and filed according to a strict subject schedule. Arts & Crafts | Museums | Outdoor activities...you get the idea.  Treat for the kids....free WiFi Dad...tea bags Leanne...home made flapjack! Dad had obviously done his own packing, not enough undies in the bag, and two pairs of pajamas. At least the undies are his, he told me a funny story about his laundry being mixed up and he found himself in some woman's knickers the other day. I don't think she was in them at the time.

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