4) Fish and chips: It might sound prosaic, but we don't get proper fish and chips over here and the most vital ingredient, malt vinegar, is unknown. On our first evening in Wales we ventured
down into Llanberis to find a pub or restaurant where we could eat, but the choice seemed rather dismal and unappealing. We found out later that had we gone a few miles in the other direction to Llanrug, we would have found a cheery pub with good food, but never mind.However, as we strolled down the deserted main street our olfactory senses were seduced and captivated by the smell of frying from the local chippy.
We took our feast home and unwrapped it on the kitchen table: Moist flakes of cod, freshly fried in crispy batter and a mountain of big floppy chips, not too greasy, all drowning in vinegar. A sheer delight.
5) The company of old friends: As I mentioned before, we stayed for a weekend with our friends George and Kat. George is my oldest friend, we
go back nearly 40 years. He was my Best Man, I was his . On the saturday, Heather and Kat took themselves off to darkest Hampshire to have a ladies lunch with one of our other friends, while George and I did guy stuff, involving steam trains and beer.We were first home, so it fell to us to organise supper. It was while we were trailing round Tescos that I began to ponder the complexities of our friendship. We get this kick off each other, we can relax in each other's company-any pretensions are soon shot down in flames. We can be apart for a year and, when we get together again, just pick up the conversation where we left off. That's a very comforting feeling.
6) Bedtime: It was good to be able to flop into bed at the end of the day tired from fresh air, exercise
and new experiences, rather than drained and used up by a stressful day at work. To be able to make love slowly, lying in each other's arms, dozing a little maybe, then waking to make love a little more. Such a change from the frantic fucks we sometimes have to make do with because it is late and we have to be up early the next morning.(And I've slipped a new post in on my other blog)
4 comments:
I love this last picture it looks kind of surreal which is probably how the two of you felt being able to take your time making love.
btw word veri is activer.....do you think it has a hidden meaning?
Lady: It does have a dreamy feel to it. We had got back to the cottage just after sunset. There was obviously heavy mist in the neíghbouring valley and it had just boiled up and spilled over the ridge and was rolling down the mountainside. It was a very still evening and, yes, very romantic.
Isn't 'activer' some brand of macrobiotic yoghurt? Mine is 'vadif' which sounds like a moist intimate wipe (for all-day freshness).
It seems like you had a lovely holiday. The pictures and descriptions are wonderful. I must have missed where Annie met Trixie, I bet that was a fun meeting! LOL
Nitebyrd: We had a great time. Trixie didn't post about it but mentioned it on FB. I'll post about our meeting soon.
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