Friday morning dawned, well mid morning, and I was feeling a little less self pity and determined to have a great time with our friends. They had kindly cooked a full english breakfast for all of us, it was totally yummy and a real treat from what I normally have. Our friends wanted to go down into Clovelly, a trip down memory lane, they had visited it many years earlier when they where a young couple.
They enjoyed the steep walk down through the village and once at the bottom they met up with me and hubby who had cheated once again and called upon the landrover service. I decided on this occasion not to walk on the beach, still fresh in my mind how difficult I had found it. I retired to the quay-side pub for a cup of tea while the others went for a walk along the beach. On their return I found out that the boys had had their photos taken standing inside the waterfall which cascades off the surrounding cliffs and onto the beach - boys will be boys they never really grow up do they?
Hubby decided to walk back up through Clovelly with our friends whilst I took the landrover service back to the carpark. All three red faced and breathing heavily after their steep walk we met on the car park and decided to find a local pub for a light lunch. We found a delightful pub with a picture postcard thatched roof, not far from Clovelly, to enjoy our lunch and a quiet drink.
Later that evening we enjoyed a superb meal of turkey and leek pie with a shortcrust pastry topping, prepared by our friends, followed by treacle steamed pudding and custard - scrumptious. We then retired for the evening in front of a roaring log fire, chatting away until the spoon thief arrived and reminded me it was time for bed.