Wonderful,
ideal weather had been ordered. Dry,
sunny with a nice cooling breeze. The
committee eventually convened, dodging the hoards as that there Park had
advertised the blue wonders and the whole world and his (white haired) wife had
arrived. The route was decided and off
we went to check that the tadpoles, newts and leeches were still there. On to Smallacombe rocks for a cuppa and to
admire the views, far and wide, of blue.
We then
headed off down the hill only to discover we had mislaid one of our four legged
friends. Search and rescue were dispatched and when found the committee
reconvened again and route number 4 (or was it 5) decided on. Straight there we said – several damp and
prickly minutes later I knew it was not a good day to have decided to wear
shorts!
Eventually
our goal was reached and they were wonderful, even better than last year, a
great sea of blue with the obligatory orange roof in the middle.
Onwards and
upwards, with some of us doing an impersonation of creeping sheep. Back to the
cars and on to the Rugglestone for a lovely lunch in the sunny garden.