Today was (is) my birthday, I’d forgotten until yesterday, but as the counter ticks up, you sort of do that anyway.
My life in the last few weeks has been one long birthday, I mean, realising a longtime ambition sort of outshines anything else, and what is a birthday anyway, it’s just a number, and I certainly don’t feel as old as my number tells me I should.
No bus pass, or cheap rail travel, we pushed the
boat motorhome out today and went 10 miles down the road to Bidford on Avon. Bidford is a beautiful little village on the River Avon, I guess the name gives that away though 😉
It was our first trip out in the motorhome, Sal & Jasp settled themselves into the lounge area and off we went. Parking up on the banks of the river, I removed our old camping chairs from the storage locker, setting them up on the grass beside the motohome, T switched the gas on, filled the kettle ready for a nice cuppa.
We sat there like an old retired (oops we are) couple, sipping our tea and watching the world go by. Later we took the dogs for a walk along the river bank, seagulls were squawking above, we could have been miles away in some coastal holiday resort, instead of a few miles from home.
We had a wander over the old bridge, apparently built in the 15th century by monks, before returning to the motohome for the short journey home.
Sal & Jasp, already enjoying the new found freedom, while T waits for the kettle to boil.
Camera on self timer and balanced on the step, I just had to record this ‘1st cuppa’ moment. Not sure what T is doing, suntanning the soles of his feet by the look of it.
The old bridge over the river, very picturesque on a day like today.
Sal & Jasp travelled very well not moving at all, though I do need to sort out some sort of restraint for them, just in case.
This evening, Debs came round for a birthday dinner of Jacket potatoes, beans (the blue can variety, sorry K), cheese and green leaves, and of course, a Peroni or two.
T & Deb then did a birthday dance for me.