Blustery day by boxplayer

Blustery day

The storm set in for the day.

Didn't get to bed until 2 after having myself a bit of cheese and chocolate. But thankfully was a quieter night. Still was startled by my alarm at 6.45 so I could call Dave before he went to work.

Dozed a bit then showered and went down to breakfast. Eggs royale this morning which I found a touch eggy with too much sauce. Looked out at the storm - very blustery and the sea wild. Stayed windy all day with bouts of heavy showers, but still seemed very humid.

While packing, I just couldn't find one of my slippers even though I tore the room apart - but was just under the bed. I'd definitely looked there. Did a bit of Spanish practice then checked out leaving my bags. Opened the front door but came straight back in to get my waterproof.

Did a bit more shopping - in Dotty Home, picking up some octopus salad servers for a Christmas present, and then onto the craft stalls. Popped into the English Contra Cance Band as I'd managed to get a free comp ticket from K yesterday.

Brilliant music with just Linda on fiddle and Gareth on keyboards Got one dance in - bit of a brain frazzler but got it in the end. Went to the Radway for a last session - not bad with the Caters and Paul Burgess there.

Wolfed down a cheese and onion roll then ran down to the Anchor to catch Carol and say hello and goodbye before picking up my bags from the hotel - where there was much faffing as I rearranged bags and used the loo.

Got to the bus stop well on time - very damp by now. Unfortunately the 3.03 bus never turned up and I realised that I was likely to miss my train connection from Exeter. Had to wait till gone 3.30 for the next one - the journey time was an hour, it was a 20-minute walk to the train station from the bus station and my train was at 4.55.

A bit of faffing as I held up the queue to get onto the busy bus steaming with all the wet clothes. Was trying to get info about onward buses to the train station and the right rover ticket. In the end, the bus took just under an hour - as it pulled in, I saw the bus station and immediately got up to get off the bus and go in search of the no 6 that was due to leave for the train station in a couple of minutes.

I found it and thankfully it only took 5 mins so I even had time to go to the cashpoint, but then it was a mad rush again as there was only lift access to the platform I needed which of course was the one furthest away.

Finally I was on the train, but more faffing as I tried to get my huge suitcase onto the luggage rack. Was helped by my Russian/East European seat neighbour. As we travelled on, news came in of multiple power cuts. So phoned mum to check she was OK, she was. Then calmed down with a cup of tea and an apricot pastry.

Got a call from Anna while on the train - she'd already arrived at the apartment. No parking permits in evidence as promised but there seemed to be ample parking on neighbouring streets, so I phoned the apartment company and asked for a refund on the parking permits.

B picked me up at the station and we drove back to find Dave already arrived. Met Anne Lise, their Airbnber and B went and got fish and chips and baps. Huge portions they were, and we ate all clustered round the small table. T tried to interest us in taking some of her stuff, but the futon was way too big - we may go for the rocker though.

Drove to the apartment and parked in an opposite road. The flat was on the top floor of what looked like a new build - very swanky looking inside. But lots of things not got quite right - not enough kitchen accoutrements eg a tea pot, nowhere to put your things in the bedroom other than a small dressing table with tiny drawers and a basic wardrobe, no ensuite for us in the double room but the main bathroom had no shower.

Had a few nibbles and wine with Sophie and Anna and a discussion about the ridiculous bullying, trolling and witch hunting going on rather surprisingly in the knitting world. The bed was on the softish side and as it was still warm, kept the skylight open so we then had to wedge a pair of Dave's underpants under the rattling door.

Sidmouth Triangle

9 August 2019
Sidmouth, Devon
I had to laugh at wedging Daves underpants under the door.
August 19th, 2019  
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