Since I last sat here in front of the old steam driven laptop, Rusty and I have attended Morris rehearsals; been to a formal meeting by rail-replacement bus service; his four-leggedness has had his monthly Stronghold treatment; we've performed on stage at the Barbican Theatre; been to a wine tasting and birthday celebration; taken a lovely constitutional and last, but not least, paid a visit to Duloe. And breathe.
So, Morris rehearsals - I have no photos and nothing of import to impart. Ditto the formal meeting and the Stronghold. As yet I have no photos or video of the theatre performance but, with luck, I will have some soon(ish). This is the theatre, just because this post needs a touch of colour by now.
To begin properly, and not before time, I'll take a retrospective at Shazzerooneypoos' birthday which was yesterday as I write. We headed off to the Royal William Yard and Le Vignoble wine tasting bar-cum-wine merchant. Le Vignoble has an interesting concept with which to part the unwary from their hard-earned: they give you a card which you then slot into a dispenser and try however many wines you wish to; each bottle has three portion sizes available at varying prices - two decent sips, half a glass and a full glass. The idea is that you pay at the end - be afraid, be very afraid. I think we all managed to be careful enough not to break the bank and Rusty was, of course, the centre of attention almost throughout.
Suitably refreshed at Le Vignoble (hic), we all sauntered across to Las Iguanas for some late lunch and rather a lot more to imbibe. Hic, indeed. A jolly fine time was had by all and I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing Shazzerooneypoos a very happy birthday. Huzzah!
And then we come to Duloe (those who were at any of these events might realise that I've completely failed to do this in chronological order.) It was a miserable Cornish-mizzling sort of day and we thought that rather than stay cooped up at Millbrooker Towers, we'd head over and impose our company on Rosemary. There's a paddock in the grounds of Rosemary's little enclave and Rusty enjoyed a good old run about in the mizzle.
Just to prove we take him out in good weather, too - this is himself a couple of weeks back doing much the same sort of thing.
And after his good old run about, Rusty joined us indoors where we were all royally fed around Rosemary's kitchen table. Thank you, Rosemary.
So now we reach today, the sun has finally shone on Cornwall again today which seemed like an ideal excuse to lace the walking boots on and look at some of the sights around the Rame Peninsula.
The route we took was up Donkey Lane to the coast road and then back through Wiggle, to Fourlanesend and home. Not a huge trek, but a decent enough leg stretch. And here are a few shots snapped en-route.
There is just one little story from the walk which doesn't really involve Rusty - although he was there, of course. At the junction of Ninney Lane, Mrs the Millbrooker spotted a little ball of fur by the side of the road looking very sorry for itself.
Truth be told, it didn't look as if it would survive all that long - and certainly it wouldn't sitting there. If a buzzard or kestrel didn't have it, a car's wheels probably would. We didn't really know whether to leave it, move it or put it out of its misery. Mrs the Millbrooker, being the heroine that she is, decided on the middle course of action. She picked the wee fellow up (after a quick chase down the lane) and popped him into the hedgerow near a gate.
That's it, we've caught up with the Rusty news. I'm off work at the moment and might well be that way for a few weeks (I'm seeing Doctor Scaggy on Thursday), so you never know - I might even stick stuff up on these pages a bit more frequently for a while.
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Photos / videos by me or Mrs the Millbrooker except
Barbican Theatre: http://www.shakethedust.co.uk/
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