A Lompn Poopy seed

Oh what a difference a firm mattress, a cool room and a quiet bed makes. We slept like babies all the way through until just before 8am. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Our host had prepared fluffy Apple pancakes with a fruit cup of fresh strawberries and blueberries. He had mended our previous bed and slept in it to make sure it was better. He is definitely not the average B&B owner. He was so attentive, remembered I liked several coffees and Huffle liked a chamomile tea too and packed us up with some Strudel his Mum made to take home. Excellent stay in a lovely place.

After stuffing ourselves (well it seemed rude to leave a fabulous breakfast) to the brim, we donned our cold outerwear and headed for the Peace Tower. We didn't realise you could get tickets to go up yesterday when it was bright and clear but took full advantage today, unfortunately it was wet, sleety, slippery underfoot and very cloudy. We were the first ones up there and we decided upon the lift today as we had done plenty of walking yesterday. The view was amazing despite the low cloud coverage. We saw the huge bells (which were hooked up to a keyboard so could be played easily. Apparently there was a bell concert there this afternoon, shame it wasn't yesterday) and the city all around. It was an enclosed view so Huffle didn't get weirded out by the height. We had to go through two lots of security, including an airport type scanner. My elbow and hip beeped but I have no idea why. The security guard was about to tell me when he decided to go off duty.

We made our way slowly back to the B&B to check out and our host let us keep our car parked while we walked on to find the famous 'scone witch' who boasted amazing looking scones with freshly made jams and Devon cream. We had to go. It took a while on the rainy slippy paths and when we got there all tables were full. We patiently waited for a table to free up before ordering as we wanted to sit down. After a good long wait, a Frenchy couple came in, wandered around the tables and persuaded a couple to move from their four seat table onto the bar seating that we didn't even realise was free because people's coats were flung on them! We got annoyed and moved over to them to see if they were going to take up all four seats. Of course they were, they were French and ignorant, old and disabled (or at least she waved her stick at me). Despite the fact we told them we were waiting for a table before they came in, they didn't budge and promptly sat down. We left in a huff and stood outside contemplating what to do. Never will we become as ignorant or self centred as so many people are over here. They burst in with their loudness and get exactly what they want. I hate it but we refuse to be like it even if it means we have to get annoyed constantly. SO ANNOYING.

As if that wasn't enough of an annoyance, we went back in and saw a lady waiting where we had been waiting previously. Huffle asked her is she was waiting for a table and she said she was. We decided we were going to wait all day if we continued in this manner so queued for our scones and tea and prepared to loiter until a table was free. The woman followed us and queued behind (well kind of stalked us slightly) and then said "I should have been before you, I was waiting'. She was also French! We said "well we asked if you were waiting". The waitress kept our scones back until we found a table and finally we did get one with three seats. As soon as we sat down (incidentally next to the original French couple who DIDNT need all four seats) she came over again and inferred she should sit down before us. Huffle pointed to three other seats that had come free at the same time at the bar. She asked if we could swap as she had two friends and Huffle said "No, there are three seats there, we've had enough trouble". She grumpily sat down and stared at us. We didn't care though because we had our seats, our scones and our tea. Huffle had a Currant and Ginger scone with Raspberry Jam and I had a Lemon Poppyseed scone with homemade lemon curd and Devon cream. Ummmm ummmmmm. The tea was a houseblend black tea which was funky and much better without milk. So good, we took some home (just a small sampling for Christmas). French woman moved tables and complained about her scone - there's no pleasing some people.

We walked back through a Chippewa park, looked at the statues and wandered through the Mall and back to the car. The rain got much heavier and all signs of sleety snow disappeared. We started our long haul home around 1pm. When we reached Perth, Huffle made the executive decision to make us eat there rather than chance the few places we passed later on in the day so even though we weren't particularly hungry we had dinner in a pub next to a fire. It was lovely and once again we were stuffed to the gullets. We continued on our journey home through the heavy rain, ever changing landscape which at times reminded us of Lord of the rings and interesting drivers. Later on in our journey we hit horrendous rain, terrible drivers that insisted on sticking to our tail lights but refused to pass us when we slowed right down. Then when we came off the main duel carriageway, we hit pea soup fog, so bad that the roads kept disappearing completely. It was awful and once again we had those lovely drivers behind who drove far too close but wouldn't go past.

We got home eventually around 6:30pm. The boys were happy to see us but Moo wasn't feeling too well and went straight to bed after making us a pot of tea.

We received this t-shirt but don't know who it is from as the packaging gives nothing away.

 

 

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