We didn’t set an alarm today, knowing that
we were going to take it easy, not suspecting quite how easy we were going to
take it. Ken said he felt the same as the day before, and not any better. We
started with breakfast—a delicious granola with milk from our outdoor cooler (a
terra cotta pot with lid nestled in a larger terra cotta pot that must have ice
or cold water in it), and tea. Maybe around 9:30 Nigel delivered our fresh
laundry. Sara had to sniff it when putting it away—she always gets excited
about clean clothes.
It was misting and drizzling on and off,
and Ken didn’t feel well, so we decided truly to have a day of rest.
Ken in bed |
Sara again
read from the introduction of Lorna Doone
to Ken, resuming at the troublesome paddle steamers. The irony of reading about
Lorna Doone and foregoing the day’s
walk in Doone Valley was not lost on us. But there’s a story about that . . .
When we were first married, Sara began
reading aloud to Ken at night. Lorna
Doone was a book we attempted in the first couple of years, and is one of
the few books that we hadn’t finished reading together (the other is Dante’s Divine Comedy—we are stuck in
purgatory). Sara’s friend Frances had described R. D. Blackmore’s sentences as
“Latinate”—long and torturous. The book is probably lovely when it’s read
silently, but read aloud, the sentences are so long you are just begging for
them to come to an end. Blackmore is also a very rhythmic writer, so that many
of the sentences have the same rhythm, which (1) makes it difficult to read
expressively, and (2) tends to lull one to sleep.
For the trip this year, we knew we were
returning to Exmoor. Last time we visited Exmoor we didn’t go to Doone valley, so
we planned for a Lorna Doone day trip this time. In preparation for the trip,
we restarted the novel and tried to finish it before we came to England, but only
succeeded in getting about halfway. We also rediscovered that the rhythms and
sentence structures make the novel rather sleep-inducing--two to five pages are
enough to put Ken to sleep every time.
So it somehow seemed fitting that we didn’t
end up going on a walk in Doone valley but resting sleepily at home instead, though we will be visiting Oare Church
and Malmsmead tomorrow, both of which are locations in the novel.
Instead of walking, we napped. And chatted.
And ate. For lunch we ate things we had on hand, including a fresh loaf of
bread.
At 2:00 we listened on the radio to one of
our favourite shows that we listen to in Canada online, Gardener’s Question Time. The panel was at the Chelsea Flower Show,
which is currently going on right now. It was fun to be listening to our show
while actually being in England!
In the afternoon it did pour rain, so that
the flag at the campground across the street was wet and sad, but the wind
later dried things and restored the flag to life.
The wet flag at the campground |
At 3:00 on the radio there was an
adaptation of William Makepeace Thackeray’s Vanity
Fair (1847?) which was quite funny and very effective, taking a long novel
(which Sara had a difficult time getting through) and capturing the humour and
tone while greatly shortening the action.
Our view all day was through the half door
of the hut, watching the rain come down in varying amounts.
Our day's view outside the half-door of the shepherd's hut |
After more reading, chatting, and dozing,
we were ready for Nigel to drive us to the Rockford Inn, where we had a 6:00
dinner reservation. We would then walk home (about 45 min.). We got to the
Rockford and read a notice in the window that said there was no food that night
because of an electrical problem. We managed to flag Nigel down before he left,
and we decided to go to the Staghunter’s Inn again, if they had space. We got
the last table. Food was served starting at 6:30, so we ordered a Sunday roast
each (Sara got the half-size), with beef, gravy, potato, sweet potato, cabbage,
turnips, parsnip, carrots, Yorkshire pudding, and cauliflower cheese. It was
good and satisfying, and the people who serve there were again friendly and
kind.
We had a shorter walk home than
anticipated—about ten minutes, and enjoyed hot chocolate and digestive biscuits
while Sara typed up two days’ blogs (since there is no Internet here, or at
least, we didn’t ask if there were any), and Ken is reading a book entitled The Worst Journey in the Midlands, which
must be humorous given the occasional bursts of laughter Sara is hearing.
We are loving the blog posts Sara, especially the sheep pictures! Your beautifully descriptive writing makes us feel like we are there, so please keep sharing! We hope Ken is feeling better soon so you can both enjoy the walks at 100%.
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Thanks Lisa! We're glad you're enjoying the posts. We have more sheep pictures than we're posting--we have enough to make a calendar if we wanted to :).
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