The farmer and I have experienced s 'difficult' day. It began well. That translates as 'breakfast was straightforward'. A dinner dance which we should have been attending this evening was cancelled at the last minute, leaving us with an unexpectedly quiet weekend ahead. I went to fetch the yellow horse to take him for a spin after the uneventful breakfast. He had a shoe half off. The farmer managed to remove the offending article, but the horse had to go back into the field as he's pretty useless with three wheels. The morning now loomed, completely empty of scheduled tasks. I asked the farmer if we could have a run out to see Spurn Point. It has been recommended as a day out over and over again, so perhaps this weekend I would be lucky enough to see it. Its approximately 100 miles from here, so quite a long round trip. We packed the dogs into the back of the car and set off. Indeed, we had quite a comfortable journey. On arrival at the access point to the long and lonely promentory that is Spurn point we noticed a small man clutching tickets and waving at the car to pull over. He said '£3 please'. I asked what for. I was advised that it was £3 to drive down the road, but free to walk. He also pointed out that we had a dog. I said 'In fact, we have two dogs'. He cheerily advised that dogs were not permitted. The farmer now joined the fray and said that we would be leaving the dogs in the car. Still not permitted. I reclaimed the £3 and gave the guy his ticket back, and we left with our shameful dogs still in the car. By now I was pretty hungry and thirsty. 100 miles, an argument and a quick pee stop for the girls had not brought much in the way of sustenance. We chose the next pub on the roadside which happened to be offering two meals for £7. It was locked up tight. Never mind, there's an attractive visitor centre at the Humber Bridge and a Nature Reserve where the dogs can have a really exciting walk. We arrived at 3.35pm. The cafe closed at 3.30pm. The poor dogs got a very quick spin, and we motored home at some speed for a cup of tea. We thought it might be nice to go into our village for a fish and chip supper, to make up for the missed lunch. The railway line which crosses our access to the village was closed. We had to park and walk a mile just to get our supper! How we laughed. Not. What a day of disappointments. So hoping that tomorrow is an improvement!
Photographs of girls in their new basket, the mess they make with their food and Sunk Island. Some of my ancestors were born in this auspiciously named settlement. And we passed it today as we beat our retreat from Spurn Head.
2 comments:
wow, I can imagine how I'd feel about driving so far only to be told that there was a fee to enter, and dogs weren't permitted. Then to find that there's no food to be had! I'd be grumpy, to say the least.
Those dogs don't understand the concept of table manners, do they? ;-)
The little dogs are a nightmare with their food, carrying it all over, then leaving it. They are not ravening beasts, quite picky. And I tried not to be crabby about the terrible day out - it was no-one's fault. Just a bad karma day!
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