Holiday

March 23, 2008 at 12:02 am 3 comments

Just got back from a lovely week in Devon. The whole county seems to be full of farm shops, small towns with thriving local shops, farmer’s markets, pubs serving local food and friendly people in aforementioned shops and pubs who actually have time to talk to you! Oh brave new world, that has such vegetables in it!!

We did lots of walking towards the beginning of the week when the weather was nice, skulked around in tearooms towards the end when the weather was rubbish, the boy drank lots of local beer and I developed a profound taste for elderflower wine, we played a game of Scrabble and got rid of all our letters three times in total, went to the Eden Project where the bf refused to buy me a lemon tree for my birthday (although my birthday is in August, so he may have had a point there….) and had a big Talk about where we wanted to live and what we wanted to do there. (I mean, we’ve already had the Talks about wanting to stay together barring unforeseen circumstances and possibly, at some point in the distant future, have a sustainable number of children and bring them up to tread lightly on the planet; and I’ve had the Rant about my soul shrivelling up and dying if I don’t live nearer some mountains and much further away from so many motorways and shopping centres; but I fear thrashing out an agreement on a ballpark area of the country might be a lengthy process. I want to be nearer my parents, he wants a greater variety of fish than you can find in the North Sea, apparently. Hmm.) We have returned home with enormous quantities of cheese and cider.

We made pizza from scratch tonight. I collected the veg box from the lady down the road (I went and introduced myself to my neighbours and tried to rekindle some community spirit) and we discussed what we wanted to have for supper. The bf suggested being really lazy and having pizza, to which I replied, only semi-seriously, ‘What, take-away or making one?’ And then he found himself kneading dough, and I found myself reducing a tomato sauce, and now pizza has been added to the list of foodstuffs, along with hummus, beer, bread and jam, that we’re now condemned to making (or paying through the nose for) if we want the ‘real’ version, which is all we’re willing to settle for. Oops. I really mustn’t start making pasta or mayonnaise till I’ve quite the day-job.

Off to visit his parents for the next couple of days, but will write something about ‘Sewing for Dummies’ later in the week. Dressmaking course finishes on Tuesday, so I’ll have to actually fix my sewing machine belt (again – I fixed it once already) and develop some degree of autonomy. A couple of people have been asking me for advice about it all (me?! advice?!) so I’ll try to oblige. 😉

And now I’m going to go to bed and read ‘The Transition Handbook’ and think further on what
the bf and I were talking about earlier – investing for the future. He works in pensions, but I was trying to convince him of the merits of my scheme: buying hand tools and donating to the Working Horse Trust or something similar! Having read too much John Seymour, I’ve come to think how lovely it would be to have a pony and trap that could bring you home from the pub at closing time…. I know nothing about horses, however. This is one of my more far-fetched schemes.

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  • 1. Greentwinsmummy  |  March 24, 2008 at 8:02 pm

    Hullo Hamster glad you had a good time in Devon!I had to giggle at your last bit about the horse & trap,I have mentioned quite seriously in the last few months that if petrol continues to escalate then I can see horses & carts coming back in!Mind you (blush) I have no experiance of horses or carts for that matter :oS but certainly where we live,too far from shops to walk or cycle for that matter unless had a trailer to lug it all home eeek!but near enough for a clipclop horse & cart journey,I have mulled how I could liase with neighbours & bring back their stuf & the next week they would go with their horse & cart :o)
    ahyupp see its not just your mind that mulls over such gems as this
    GTM
    x x x

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  • 2. colouritgreen  |  March 26, 2008 at 11:18 pm

    glad you liked Devon – I certainly do – tho has the worst salary to houseprice ratio.. understand what you mean about the mountains.. I dont think I could live anywhere flat, having been surrounded by hills all my life!
    Hope you come down agian and we can actually manage to met up next time!

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  • 3. Hamster  |  March 27, 2008 at 11:26 am

    GTM – Glad I’m not the only one who thinks these things! I wonder what my neighbours would say if I suggested we got together in a cartel and bought a pony and trap…. Have you read ‘The Fat of the Land’? Seymour just makes it all sound so tempting and natural – ‘Well, we wanted a house, and that was the only place we could afford… and it was too far to go and get milk all the time, so we got a cow… then we had too much milk, so we got some pigs…’ I love the way all these things (and having a pony to bring you back from the pub) just make perfect sense….

    Colouritgreen – I think we will be down in Devon again, if not this autumn, probably next year sometime. It was a shame not to see you; I was telling the bf all about your sheep and your spinning wheel and then we never actually got to see you! I will tell him about the house prices/salary ratio, though, and use it as ammunition in favour of Northwards.

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