I put this out of sight a few months ago but the time has come to face my fears and deal with it. This will make a lovely quilt....... it will...... it will...... it will.....
As Frank is no longer with us, my DH has joined a gym. Not to get a body beautiful, after all there is a limit what can be achieved at a gym after a certain age but just to keep moving. This is when you find out how far out in the sticks you live. Today is a holiday in the UK, a day for following leisure activities, but not apparently for going to the gym. It is shut. There are not many gyms to chose from. I have just about got used to not being able to go out for a meal after 8pm because this is the end of service. We have no cinema, except an old theatre which runs films and other entertainments, forget about watching in 3D. We have supermarkets, my preferred one for fish is about 20 minutes away. Or it was 20 minutes away until a landslip blocked the road six or more months ago and it still remains blocked, now it is about 35 minutes away.
BUT I wouldn't go back to the land of restaurants selling food until 1am or 3d cinemas with couch seating. I would miss the wonderful views, the ancient castles, the neolithic stones, I would just miss the magic of here too much.
