Saturday 5th November 2016.

I awake. Through the skylight above me I can see that the Oak tree still stands.

All is well. Next job. Make a cuppa.

Jackie was soon up and had put away the bed, pillows and two faux fur throws beneath which we had slept last night. We sat and talked about how we thought the day might go. The Nixon's were due over at 1000hrs to join us for a walk over the moors to the Peter Tavy Inn at... Good Guess. Before then I had to collect the Croissants etc from the shop and it was already nearing 0900hrs. Where does the time go when you are doing nothing?  Before long the Nixon's arrived and joined us for a tour of the Battlewagon. I offered coffee. There was a quizzical look on Jill's face and Jackie said "Pardon?" "Sorry Jill." say I, what I meant to say was "Would you like a G+T?" It went downhill from there.


We did eventually get out for a walk over the moors to The Peter Tavy Inn. Jill and Peter are no strangers here. Despite the place being full and we were late arrivals, just before lunch finishing time Peter's smile had the landlady ensuring us all was well and we would be "taken care of".

Feather Tor in rear.GR:SX5374

  

Go left for the pub. Right for church.

 



Hurrying home before it gets dark.