A market, a picnic and some Beer

As much as one enjoyed the spectacle of a bonnetted ferret whenever I opened my blog, I feel as though I should be adding posts today as I am currently sitting in my nightie watching the athletics whilst bunking off work. I don't get paid today but I just don't care that much, I really appreciated the extra snuggle in bed.

I have been rather busy since my last posting: Tom came back from his stag weekend which sadly was less debauched than he had license to be involved in. I had sent him away with permission for a hand job from a ropey slapper but he didn't even get to grope any ropey slappers; none of them did. There were no stag pranks or high jinks and Pini the groom got away scott-free.

Last Monday we both had the day off & we ended up watching a very silly TV movie starring ex-bond Timothy Dalton as the dictator of a totalitarian, eastern block state who accidentaly hired a New York beauty teacher rather than an actual teacher for his children, as you can imagine hilarity ensued and they fell in love. Anyway we then went out to Topsham 'Exeter's ancient port' and found a great pub called The Bridge which was really old fashioned and didn't even have a bar. It had really good beer which you ordered from a list and dark, smokey rooms with furniture which has lived through two world wars and shows it. It was such a good pub that we will be dragging all our vistors (if we ever get any) there.


On Friday we went for a picnic after work at Dawlish Warren which was wonderful, the weather was perfect and we had lots of tasty treats from the farmer's market. We missed our connecting bus home and rather enjoyably waited out the evening until the next bus in Cafe Rouge drinking my favourite Leffe brune.

On Saturday it was the Silverton Street Market which was rather naff as it seemed that everyone had set up stalls just to get rid of their crap from the garage. Tom bought a couple of radiohead promos and I bought some plants, but I was upset not to have been able to buy some old ladies cakes (which is not slang in case you were wondering), which as you should know are the best sort of cakes, unless the old dear has gone a bit senile and then you get weird cakes.

Sunday was the best day as we went out to Beer which is an achingly pretty fishing village in East Devon. We went on a double decker bus through some of the most beautiful scenery in the country and then got stuck going into the village down a tiny lane as another double decker was coming the other way. We had crab sandwiches and a pint of beer brewed in Silverton in the Barrell of Beer pub and then went for a walk along the cliffs to the next village which afforded one of the best views I have ever seen in England. We then strangely bumped into Chris the thatcher from our village (which is a good 25 miles away) on the walk back to Beer. Afternoon tea in a twee tearoom (my favourite) and then the bus back to Exeter where we were shocked to find another decent pub (that makes two now!) before getting the bus home. All in all a rather good weekend.