R's rue

We didn't get to Piel Izland today. This morning we checked the ferryman's Facebook page and he said that all ferries today had been cancelled owing to weather conditions. That seemed rather surprising as it wasn't an especially windy or stormy day. We were disappointed. Instead we went to Seascale Haws which is a National Trust coastal nature reserve on the edge of Duddon Sands. From the dunes of the nature reserve, you can walk out onto the vastness of the sandy estuary of The River Duddon that flows down from the hills of The Lake District. It was a lovely bracing walk and Shirley was as thrilled as I was to experience that surreal marine scenery. We were there for two hours and afterwards we decided to drive Clint  into Dalton-in-Furness in order to find somewhere for Sunday dinner. Very soon, we happened upon Hartley's  Restaurant on Market Street. And as luck would have it, they had a spare table just for us. Champion! Hartley's  Restaurant The meal ...

Dorothy is just about coping with Roger’s wayward ways  I went to stock up on “ funeral food” for tomorrow and wish I hadn’t.  It was worse than bloody Christmas and Tesco’s was packed. I got my nibbles, bought faggots in gravy for my tea and added pigs ears to my final items. Roger needs to chew on something. The new man in my life is a chewer and a hoarder, only this morning I ventured into his crate to find the following items hidden under his bedding 1 hairbrush 1 flip flop 1 small plastic container of olive tapenade 2 pencils One sock  I chewed plastic clothes peg And oddly the red cloth lobster given to me by Mrs Trellis but with its antenna chewed off   from Going Gently https://ift.tt/jnVwa3Y

 Stretching  Always  What I’ve detested most Because it takes Patience Not to slap The floor  In disgust Waiting for the signal For the all clear Until then I wait With baited breath from R's rue https://ift.tt/gvsWDnu