I often use the term ‘shoe horn’ when I’m referring to a few days away. With M’s job we can’t really look too far ahead so we shoe horn our short breaks into pockets of time when we can. Even this time it was touch and go whether he’d actually be free once it was booked and he had a morning assignment on the very day we were due to travel. It worked out just fine and gave me plenty of time to make sure I’d remembered everything. Let’s be honest now, that was all yarn related.
I had to dedicate a small suitcase to yarn related activities this time. I seem to be in the middle of lots of smaller projects as well as having a few more smaller ones I’d like to make. Amongst other projects I took the cotton and beads with me so that I could finish the other half of our bedroom string of bunting. In fact it was my choice of car crochet because I know the pattern off by heart. I crocheted the grand sum of one flag and then managed to fall sleep for approximately 75% of the journey. M usually really hates this on the basis that if he can’t sleep then why should I, but not this time. Recently I’ve started to throw in random conversations a few days in advance, along the lines of… I’m sure my Dad used to prefer it if Mum fell asleep on long journeys, you know, peace and quiet and all that. This was mentioned over coffee a few days before our trip and he still hasn’t twigged it was intentional.
On our journey home we could have chosen a route that was 125 miles or one that was 155 miles. The latter involved more motorway so that was M’s choice. It was also his choice to ignore the Satnav when it looked like it was going to take us North of Manchester and he didn’t think that was a sensible route. I kept strategically quiet while the Satnav recalculated the route and announced that the new one would be an additional twenty miles long. ‘Bugger’ was M’s choice of word at this point as indeed it was mine, but silently in thought only. Why drive 130 miles when you can drive 180 instead? It wasn’t too much of a hardship because I managed to make an envelope back in crochet trebles for a cushion (which I’ll post next time).
We have been to this particular hut before. It was slightly strange finding our previous entry in the guest book from three years ago. We tried a couple of other huts in different locations on the basis that we wanted to see other areas. One was an ok experience in that the hut was nice but all the cooking and bathroom facilities were in an adjoining barn and the hut was close to the owner’s cottage. The other one was in a beautiful setting, again, quite close to the owner’s house but she was not a people person and that was verified by the trip advisor reviews which we only read after our stay.
So, it seems this one has everything we would choose from a tick list. The owner’s live further up a small track and we never see them. The bathroom is within the hut which is amazing and ideal. Everything is basic but you have everything you need. We chose to cook once on the provided bbq outside and once inside using the two ring hob. We walked down to the local pub on the third evening which was also nice. M and I aren’t big drinkers at all but it did mean we could have a drink without a designated driver. I don’t think huts like this are everyone’s cup of tea but for me it’s absolute paradise. It’s a totally pared down break. No television, no Wi-fi, absolutely rubbish phone reception, absolutely wonderful views!
So much for just chilling out at the hut all day though. We both wanted to repeat the scenic drive that we’d taken last time. I don’t know how long it is but it involves climbing a very big hill then holding tight to the car door handle whilst pretending that the sheer drop isn’t making your knees turn to jelly. It’s funny because after you’ve done it a few times it’s only a few patches that seem dangerous.
We also revisited a couple of other places we’d enjoyed last time but the pace seemed slow and relaxed and there was no pressure to find anything new. We were back at the hut by late afternoon and the evenings were fairly mild and dry. M lit the small chiminea and read his book or did crosswords while I preferred to stay in the hut with the doors wide open and my crochet to hand.
On our last morning, with just a hint of protest M agreed to visit the Ruthin Craft Centre. Its always hit and miss with exhibitions. Anything with wood is sure to go down well with M, in fact sometimes a little too well because he loves to read every single placard and pause and ponder for ages over some pieces. This is entirely my fault for introducing him to the whole art and craft scene in the first place. He still talks about the various exhibitions that have stayed in his memory including one where the ‘viewer’ was encouraged to hug a tree trunk. He did and we all just casually wandered off and left him to it. Don’t get me wrong, I love wood, I love trees, I’m just not the sort to hug a cut down tree trunk in the middle of an exhibition. I did love him for engaging with the current artist’s work at Ruthin though. He could so easily have said rubbish and spent half an hour on a bench with his phone for company. It wasn’t immediately captivating (for me) but it was thought provoking. He even sounded like an art critic whilst chatting to one of the staff. He didn’t look like one though, he was sporting three day stubble and worn for four days shorts (including to light fires and bbq’s) because he forgot to pack jeans too. Three bottles of body spray and deodorant though. He’s consistent, I’ll give him that.
On one fine morning we didn’t want to travel too far for coffee and a bite to eat so we bought garage coffee (Costa), fresh croissants and bananas and drove up to the highest point of the scenic drive. With curious sheep all around and eventually a curious farmer too (he rode up on his quad bike and seemed satisfied that we weren’t going to unload a load of household rubbish like some other idiots had done not far from there) it rated as one of the more surreal breakfast moments I’ve had in my life.
I usually have a million ideas rattling around in my head when I’m inspired by this kind of break. A lot of them involve going home and chucking out huge amounts of our belongings. I’ve had these thoughts so many times and I do indeed go home and have massive sort outs and offload yet more to charity but this time I feel satisfied that if I just keep plodding on I will get there eventually. The important thing is that despite seeing lovely welsh blankets, handmade willow baskets and several other things I could easily have ‘acquired’ we actually bought nothing. M was happy to buy one of the lovely baskets but I said I had more than enough and that’s true.
Talking of considered purchases, the men have been at cricket today so Mum and I met up at the local junk/antique place. It’s perfectly located exactly half way between us. I had long given up my search for what I call science lab stools for our kitchen or anything metal that came in a set of four at the correct height really. Today we found just what I’ve been looking for since we first knocked the kitchen through and made a bigger space three years ago! M made some roughly knocked together wooden ones which have lasted this long but are pretty good for giving you splinters. I kept seeing them for silly money and couldn’t justify a big outlay on them when the house needs more urgent things, so today’s find was all the better for being an absolute snip at £8.50 per stool. Good things come to those who wait. I’ll take some photo’s when I’ve swept the dog mud and leaves up and post next time!
Next week M is back in court on an away trip followed by training days and a second week in court, I think I’m about to get some serious DIY and crochet done! It means I can paint chairs at ten o’clock at night if I feel like it and I probably will. I’m a night owl and that’s when I do my best work!