I had the day off yesterday after working the night before, and so Chantal braved a very cold wind to join me on a dog walk. I am pleased to say that she was fine heading down towards Croft, particularly since she had to keep stopping for photographic purposes.
After almost an hour, we hadn’t walked far, what with stopping to take photographs and to chat to other dog walkers, and we were both getting cold. Chantal said those words that every man likes to hear from a woman; “Shall we go to the pub?” An excellent plan, I thought, especially when, as we approached the pub, I could see from the smoking chimney that Andy, the landlord, had lit the fire. And so we settled down in front of the fire for lunch and a pint/coffee. Chantal proved that she still has all her womanly charms – she pulled….
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
