Food seems to have been pivotal in the last few days to the planning of my days. As I’m running out of time at home it is always…oh one last chance for this, better cook that, gotta grab one of these before it’s too late, must go to X so we can get Y (mmmmm, Y). Needless to say I may have to pay extra weight allowance on my flight home :-)
Well, away from food it’s been sunny and pleasantly warm which must mean the football season is upon us. Proper football, not some drugged up hoon in a wifebeater catching some oval shaped ball on an oval pitch! What the?!?! I won’t get to see any proper matches – the season starts next Saturday when my team – the mighty Plymouth Argyle – is away to Hull. Probably the furthest away trip all season. However, I did get to catch a friendly match against Bristol Rovers at Home Park, Al & I taking Bethany to her first football game.
She is quite into football but mostly England. However, despite a plethora of goals (7-3 to Argyle) she got a bit bored and restless, but I think that was in part due to her wariness of Pilgrim Pete, the Plymouth mascot now otherwise referred to as a giant bunny. He has a hat as big as a reasonably sized midget, size 22 feet and a Moustache as long as a whole jellied eel. Yeah, I’d be scared too.
The rest of the weekend entailed a few kickabouts in the local park with a little green football, jumpers for goalposts etc. On Sunday afternoon, which was an absolutely glorious day by the way, I went onto the moors with Bethany, Cheryl, Steve & Mum. This took in an ice cream stop which was perfect in every way (Langage Farm again), a little walk on the shores of a full to the brim Burrator Reservoir, a stop at Cadover Bridge, which was more like Blackpool-upon-Moor given the number of oiks out on a sunny Sunday afternoon, and a pint of cider at the Skylark in Clearbrook to cap it all off (possibly served by the most bored-with-her-job barmaid in the world). Sunday afternoons and beer gardens were made for each other.
Monday was also mostly a nice day which ended in fine style in the sunny back garden with Mum’s cheesy Marmite* twists, home made sausage and egg pie and Rhubarb Crumble.
* Colonials could substitute ‘Vegemite’ for Marmite but must prepare to be disappointed.
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