New Forest visitors

Sophie, Tom and Boris visited us today. All the way from Bath. I think the last time I saw them was for Christmas 2022 when we all enjoyed a traditional turkey lunch. Today, Mirinda was the only one having turkey. And I didn’t cook it.

We walked up to the Angel and Blue Pig, giving Sophie and Tom a glimpse of Lymington high street and the multitude of car parks sprinkled around the town. Boris had a moment of sheer joy when he was released from the lead in order to have a roam around the graves in the churchyard. I did tell him not to bring any bones back.

And the weather was delightful. Blue sky and sunshine, and warm enough to wear shorts. Though I didn’t, out of deference to all the people still rugged up for the winter. Obviously, I left the fleece at home.

Lunch was lovely, though the pub was very busy, so service was a bit slow. Not that that was a problem. We had a lovely time chatting about various things including, I’m happy to say, Tom’s forthcoming road trip with a few mates. Or, rather, the planning stage for the road trip to happen, hopefully in the summer.

Tom, and his mates, are all in love with nature and want to see a lot of it. The sketchy plan before the proper plan is to visit the Lakes, Scotland and Wales. When asked if they would be sleeping under the stars, Tom assured us they would be utilizing hotels for their bedtimes.

After a few hours, we decided we should pay and leave. Mirinda took Sophie, Tom, Freya and Boris down to the harbour and beach while Emma and I went home to make soup. Actually, Emma did precious little in the soup preparation other than keep me company, of course.

Eventually, the walkers returned, and we sat round the TV room, having drinks and chatting some more. I gave Tom a few recommendations for Edinburgh, suggesting he visit Dunfermline if he could. Though I was a bit disappointed that neither he nor his mother knew who Andrew Carnegie was. It really ruined the joke about the real Carnegie Hall.

The soup was thoroughly enjoyed (roast pumpkin, carrot and garlic). Even Boris seemed interested.

When he realized we were only having soup, he quickly decided it wasn’t for him.

A delightful day, in equally delightful company.

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