A mixed week weather wise, with howling gales and lashing rain as well as bright, hot sunshine. The garden doesn't know whether it's coming or going. Plants are growing wildly out of control, but must be tamed. Oh yes, they will be tamed. On Saturday morning, things were looking bright though blustery, a perfect day for being blown along the seafront to the funfair with our lovely friends the Iveys. Giles, Lucy, Thom and Olivia joined us for larks on the dodgems and a brilliant new ride that looks hilalrious when you are not the one riding on it, terrifying if you are. Scarlett went on with Giles and had her hand over her mouth for most of the ride, so we thought she was about to throw up. She didn't. We had a smashing lunch at Dragon, where we ordered most of the menu, before settling in for an afternoon of newspapers and chit chat at home. Giles can never be too far from a Tv in case something significant happens somewhere in the world of sport, so he became extremely comfortable in Rob's armchair, in front of the telly, snoozing and snoring wild abandon. Dinner was a windy barbecue, before the kids disppeared off to their beds, the cheeseboard and red wine made an appearance and we spent a funny evening talking over An Officer and A Gentleman, a film that we knew far too many lines from. On Sunday, we woke to a downpour but as the rain cleared, Giles asked if, instead of walking in the woods, we could visit Pevensey Castle, the first castle he had visited as a lad. Bless. It's only a short drive away and we had a great couple of hours, clutching audio guides in a gale, exploring dungeons and turrets, before having a drink in what could be East Sussex's worst pub. Home then for roast chicken and more papers, before the Iveys drove back to London. We then all watched England lose in a penalty shoot out. Good grief, why do we bother?
Above is a short video of a great weekend.
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