Frosty Morning.
What a beautiful frosty morning, the sun is shining. The sky is blue and it’s crunchy & white beneath the feet. Perfect.
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What a beautiful frosty morning, the sun is shining. The sky is blue and it’s crunchy & white beneath the feet. Perfect.
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Off goes the alarm. Yuk, I pull the covers over my head & bury myself in the downy softness of my duvet.
A soft thud is accompanied by a short series of delicate twitches, followed by a frenzied scrabbling. My toes feel a waft of cold air & a wet sloppy tongue licks them. Yep. you’ve guessed it. My faithful friend desperately wants to partake of her early morning ablutions & I need to get up.
Kettle on – need tea before I go-, while I attend to my own rituals. Gypsy, my faithful hounds name, patiently waits outside the bathroom door. When I emerge she follows me to the kitchen in the hopes of a morsel of food. She is unlucky. Always hopeful, she is well aware that breakfast is served on our return & it has a proviso. She needs to be obedient & not turn a deaf ear to my recalls.
Down the stairs, woolly hat, coat and boots on – me that is not the dog- I paws for thought I have put her harness on, but what about her lead? is there anyone about? are the dogs from the Manor out? Hmm, better be on the safe side, I click on here lead & we are off.
I am lucky enough to live in the beautiful grounds of Great Chalfield Manor, however like all good things in life, it has its draw backs where Gypsy is concerned. While I love her to bits, she does have her moments. Gypsy is a 21 month old, bouncy black Labrador full of spirit & mischief, with a penchant for deafness when the mood takes her. She can hear the rattle of a biscuit packet at a 100 paces, but the cry “Gypsy come”, -unless food related-, has her bounding about like a kangaroo & very vociferous she is too.
Now. my landlord, a cheerful chap & his good lady wife are very tolerant pair, where Gypsy is concerned. Should my hound spot their dogs, Orla & Ming, she’s off. Ming, being the distinguished old lady she is, responds with a sharp snap, of which Gypsy totally ignores & Orla being a young lady, tends to be a bit more physical. “this is my patch” Orla barks, Gypsy’s response being “I want to play, chase me pleaseeee”. So. off I go trying to capture my errant mutt who is completely oblivious to my calls. Around the gardens we go, through the lake, into the Manor – yes, expletives are used by me – finally to be caught by my landlord who lured her into the boot room with a dog treat, allowing me to firmly attach her to the lead. It gives people watching a giggle, but leaves me feeling worn out & determined to do more training. Dog training that is, not marathon training for me.
In the short video clip above, you can follow us over the fields at Great Chalfield & have a preview of the delights we came home to recipes for which can be found at the Recipes page of this site.
We will be back with more rambles in a couple of weeks.
In the meantime:
Gypsy COME.
A sojourn in Suffolk was suggested. My son and his wife who assist the National Health Service in the running of their ……. were on call all over the Christmas & New Year period which meant that family festivities were not a possibility in our household. No matter, I took to the internet in search of a quirky, dog friendly cottage, preferably near water & the countryside, where our family fun could commence in early January. I was in luck, apart from finding the said mentioned property I also noticed several places of foodie interest near by, which would satisfy my interest in food establishments in a county I had not visited before.
Wiltshire to Suffolk on a dismal, damp day in early January was not an exciting prospect. The journey was pleasant enough & non eventful. The M25 was running smoothly and I was pleasantly surprised when Google Maps told me it would only take 2hrs 45mins, even more delighted when despite stopping for some mediocre lukewarm coffee on the way, we arrived at our destination in 2hrs 30mins.
Pin Mill on the Shotley Peninsula is one of those little picturesque little places which you would never leave the main road for, unless you had a reason to visit. Laying on an inlet of the Orwell Estuary at the bottom of a steep hill, Pin Mill is a hamlet resplendent with quaint pastel painted clapboard cottages overlooking the marshes, – the tide was out at the time of arrival – boat yards and a number of moored barges laying drunkenly in the mud. We looked up as we reached the slipway and there it was, our home for the next four days, standing proudly facing the water 25ft above sea level, painted pink and over looking the village pub – more in my next blog – Alma Cottage.
The cottage itself is quaint and cosy, sleeping 4 with both bedrooms and the lounge overlooking the beautiful view (above). There is also a small enclosed garden at the rear which is built over 3 levels. Just the thing for better weather.
Below is the owners account of living at Alma Cottage courtesy of Arthur Ransome’s East Coast.
The whole building was split into three cottages in the late 1950s and the name Alma stayed with our part closest to the road. My family bought it in 1959 and have used it as a holiday cottage, but since 2000 when I inherited it we have also let it commercially.
Well what else can I say?. Our time spent at Pin Mill was very enjoyable and we hope to visit again in late summer. I can thoroughly recommend both the cottage and its beautiful setting. If you enjoy, sailing, walking, bird watching – the feathered kind – photography or just sitting back and people watching. Pin Mill has some thing for every one.
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