A Weekend Apart

This weekend was the first time that Mike and I had spent time away from each other since Ruby left us. Mike had a stag weekend to go to, so Friday morning he dragged himself out of bed at 3.30am to drive to his friend Marks house so they could leave early for the 6 hour drive to Newquay, Cornwall. That weekend, Newquay was hosting the female surfing competition so Mike had packed his trunks hoping to ride the waves with the same ease and panache that he rides the snow on his board. hmmm....

However, as stag weekends are traditionally known for their alcoholic tendancies, the drinking started early and the hope of ever getting into the sea was fading fast. Having spoken to a rather hungover husband the following morning it seemed that surfing was the furthest from his mind and a good english fry up seemed the much preferred option. Further drinking and prancing about in some cheesy club ensued the following night and the stag weekend had come to a very inebriated end.

I, on the other hand spent a much more sedate weekend in the beautiful town of Ludlow on the borders of Wales. After a stupidly long drive sitting in road works on every motorway I eventually made it to my old friend Ingas. I had a lovely time with her and her family and we spent the day in Hereford where they were having an arts festival. We had lunch in one of the venues and listened to a local band, who were quite good despite far too much dialogue going on from the front man. We wandered around the rest of the city, looked around the cathedral and stopped in the town square for a smoothie and a bit of people watching.

I returned home on Sunday and couldnt wait to see Mike, I had missed him terribly and not long after I had arrived he walked through the front door looking rather jaded and tired but so glad to be home. Home really is our favourite place, so we ordered a curry and curled up on the sofa for a lovely night in, the perfect end to our weekend.