Day-z’s big adventure(s)

Up bright and early for Mirinda’s first trip to the station on the local bus. It also marked the first time that Day-z had been on one as well. It was the first of a few more today.

Our first hurdle was finding the bus stop. Day-z and I had gone out last night (in the pitch) looking for it but without luck. Fortunately, a couple of school kids were waiting in the doorway of a building that ends where the road begins. Mirinda asked them if it was the bus stop and they confirmed it. I should also note that there is also no corresponding bus stop on the other side of the road but the bus did stop there when I came back.

Anyway, we travelled into Farnham, Day-z on my knee happily looking around at the increasing horde of kids going to school. Surprisingly, no-one seemed in the least bit surprised. We left the standing room only bus at the station and waited with Mirinda for her train. It was then time for Day-z’s next adventure.

I had to buy a new charger for Mirinda’s laptop at Argos. Argos is on the main street that runs through Farnham so there’s not really anywhere to tie her up so I just took her in with me. Mirinda had already told me to just go in confidently, as if it was the most normal thing on earth. I must have managed this because no-one turned a hair. Even when I sat on the seat waiting for my order to arrive with her sitting on my lap.

Next the post office. It was all a bit of an anti-climax really. Although quite full of customers, the post office also remained uncaring about the addition of a little black poodle. I was there to pick up an undelivered parcel as well as post something so I was there for a bit so it’s not like no-one had the time to notice.

Then back to the bus stop for the trip back to the cottage. This ride had the benefit of very few customers and I was soon back at the cottage, ready for breakfast.

During the day, we tried out a couple of the walks quite close to the back door. The first (which we now call the Bluebell Path) runs alongside the road and just beyond a lovely big open field where cows graze in the distance.

The Bluebell Walk

This is the way to the garden centre and farm shop. It’s true what they say: It IS only ten minutes away.

There were a few drops of rain on our way back but we managed to get in before the deluge which struck quite quickly afterwards. A good time for lunch, I asserted to Day-z who would have agreed if she knew how.

In the afternoon, we went for a walk in the opposite direction, to find out where the village shop and pub were. We found them, just the other side of the Frensham Cricket Ground. I think we’ll be returning there tomorrow but this time with some cash in my pocket.

This time we were not so lucky with the rain and managed to get a bit damp before getting back.

I managed a bit of a snooze in the afternoon (I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night) before hitting the snooker and, finally, rabbit and bacon pie for dinner. As Mirinda said, it’s so lovely to be back in the greenery again. I mean, I loved the break in London but, when all is said and done, on purely merry mental grounds, nothing beats the English countryside.

I’m fairly certain that Day-z was completely worn out by her adventurous morning as she spent most of the evening fast asleep.

When I told Mirinda that I’d watched a bit of snooker in the afternoon, she replied “Boring!” When I laughed in disbelief and remarked that it was the World Championships, her reply was “That’s just boring on a global scale.” My wife does make me laugh.