Girls go to Ludlow

Off to station for girls weekend in Ludlow - wonder how old you have to be to be to stop referring to yourselves as girls? Lots of police about, thought they might be after me after the twitterjoketrial stuff, but then remembered the Queen is visiting the University and arriving at the station. Had to leave before she got there, and caught very packed train to Stockport. Quick change of platforms and onto train to Ludlow. Andrea and Julie managed to wind a skein of wool, and we all managed a couple of glasses of Bucks Fizz.























Arrived about 12.30, walked to lovely cottage, Emily Place, dumped bags, and we were in one of our favourite pubs, The Church Inn by 1pm. A pint and some lovely food, and then outside to the market square, where it was raining. Lots of great shops, so we had a good look round, bought some meat in the local butchers which has lots of fresh game hanging outside.




Then to Tescos. Halfway round with a trolley full of booze we remembered that we had to carry everything.

After shopping, back to house. A martini, a rest, a read of various books and newspapers, and then busy again - cooking tea ( sausage, mash and broccoli with cheese sauce), and lighting the wood burning stove. Bit hard as there was only one fire lighter, but managed it with lots of paper.
Finished tea with mince pies and cream, and then watched TV until bed time. Didn't go out for a change. Too tired.