The plan for this morning was to head over to Rowberry's Nursery to meet up with Mr & Mrs Tweedy.
This seemed like a great idea, as a day of rest was in order after our recent gardening exertions. Fortuitously it would also keep us out of the unseasonably cold weather.
I'm not a fan of the cold, so having never visited this establishment before, I asked 30% whether it was an indoor or outdoor experience. She informed me that it was an indoor premises, so I stupidly assumed that a coat would not be necessary.
We arrived and partook of coffee and cake in the cafe before venturing out ... KEY WORD there "OUT" in to the polytunnels that formed the accommodations for an absolutely splendid array of plants. The only problem was that the polytunnels were open ended and a biting wind blew down each and every one of them.
After an hour, or so, of wandering I was fucking freezing* and not in the most positive of moods. It was fair to say that I was relieved when lunch was mentioned and we, again, retired to the cafe to eat whilst wrapped in emergency silver foil blankets.
This is not a disparaging report of the nursery. It was fantastic. It's just that next time I would like the temperature to be a little less Baltic.
Back at home we stayed indoors away from the wind and were joined by Bubbles and Bobyn for dinner. It was Bubbles' birthday on Sunday and this was a belated celebration of his 35th.
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* actually it was after about 3 minutes of wandering that I was hypothermic!
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