which runs backwards, being a time machine..
However, this Saturday Mr Him had an idea which I found appealing so I went FIA. Yes, he found me. In fact it was as soon as I heard 'pinot' that he found me. I didn't wait for the rest of the sentence. I thought it was going to be a mighty fine idea, and it was. His idea was that we must do more 'research' for you, after a dog walk around Ardingly Reservoir.
The water looks low this year. Yes, we have had a dry winter.
Interesting. Especially as it's our drinking water.
Sailing lessons being enjoyed in the sunshine
Mr Him has Luna under control. Sheep are nearby.
Grasses blowing in the breeze
I can see the appeal of fishing. A nice sleep.
Catkins are out.
Now, the pub and the dogs.
We visited the Ardingly Inn. Being a village pub we were fairly sure that dogs would be allowed but I did pop in and ask first before Mr Him sauntered in with our beasties.
Being Spring in February the fire was not on.
Ales... not Mr Him's thing.
A homely atmosphere with arm chairs, sofa and the look of a book case. It's actually wall paper but effective.
Farming implements of days gone by.
Duck decoy maker sign from that famous London street, The Strand.
I'd made myself comfortable on the sofa
and worried that staff would make themselves comfortable on me.
Mr Him was comfortable on the sofa.