Being Saturday, the day started with the usual call with my cousins. There was a lot of banter and laughter particularly when Red Tim started to talk about the preparations "The Party" is making for the next election. Tim revealed that he had volunteered to get involved but hadn't quite realised how much time that would consume.
Call over, we jumped in the car and headed up north. We had arranged to visit Jan and John in the wilds of Hampshire. The overnight rain hadn't quite died away, so we had a fairly wet trip and there was a bitter wind with the temperature failing to rise above 5C. We were sorry to see that John is suffering a bit with his back and neck as he prepares for an operation on his thumb. As he said, getting old is no fun. We had an hour or so to drink coffee before heading out for lunch.
Lunch had been arranged at The Chequers, a Gastro-pub in the tiny hamlet of Well. The pub may be in the middle of nowhere, miles from the coast, but it specialises in fresh fish. We had a wonderful lunch. Diane had skate wing, Jan and John had sole (lemon and Dover), and I had turbot. We lingered over the meal and it was gone 3 p.m. before we left. It had been expensive but was worth every penny.
We returned to Jan and John's and spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about everything under the sun and drinking tea. At 6:30 p.m. we finally said our goodbyes and headed home. The car warned us that the temperature was below 4C and as we headed across the country we could see that the roads had been gritted. Despite this, we were home in just over an hour and settled down for a quiet evening. It had been a very pleasant day.
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