Last night we spent an evening imbibing at the house of Love (Juliet and Tony) which included less dancing than usual but concluded with the consumption on my part of an interesting blend of vintage port and non-vintage sloe gin. So this morning the knees were in a better condition than expected, but the head was in need of some clearing.
So Mrs B decided on a plan to get out for a walk in the village. We went along paths that she herself had only discovered recently, which considering she spent much of her teen years walking dogs or exercising horses around the byeways of Galhampton, was quite a find. It certainly did the trick for me and along the way we saw the usual squirrels and other vermin as well as a deer, which our trained attack dogs failed to spot.
Lunch was taken at the Orchard Inn (formerly the Old Pub and even further back, The Harvester). So a properly restful lazy Sunday. When was the last time we had one of those?