Tis' the season of goodwill to all men,
Or maybe not !!But first , up the track to Crockern cottage in pouring rain and a wind which was determined to knock us of our feet. Not cold though !
The track/path to Wistmans is getting more and more worn away, almost dangerous in places. Trying to get out of the wind, we followed the wall up to the rather awkward stile onto the ridge. Mighty windy, we must have looked like drunken party-goers lerching all over the extraordinary bog that seems to cover the whole ridge.
First Littaford tors loomed into view, then various piles of rock mostly unnamed then Bee tor and lastly Longaford tors
Thankfully turning down into the valley to the forbidden Wistmans wood, we thought we might be sheltered from the wind, but that was not to be and we struggled through the dodgy path/track back down to the track to the cars, one of us deciding he'd had enough and fancied sitting in a bottom-sized puddle. Thankfully all was well and we contemplated a refreshing beer next to the fire in the welcoming Two Bridges in full Christmas mode.
Well. that was the plan!!
All the bedroom lights were on, so, good sign, downstairs lights on, no one at the bar, no Christmas cheer. Fire gone out !
Just as we thought we might help ourselves, some young lad hurried through and served us drinks and then asked " WHICH ROOM NO. ARE YOU IN"
Pardon, what ???
All three of us were dumbstruck
What shenanigan's do they encourage here !
Two er, older men, with an even older woman !!!
We tried to explain but no, they had closed the till for the night, this was 9-45 in the evening.
Then it was decided we could have our drink if we paid cash.
Raz waved an empty wallet in the air
Jon only had his phone wallet.
An hotel guest thought we were being treated scandalously and offered to help us out.
Then I remembered two fivers that I'd hidden away, just in case, you know.
This was ungratefully accepted although at their prices obviously not enough.
We sat down, thankful for a comfortable settee and laughed in disbelief at what had just happened
Getting up to leave there was no staff to be seen , no-one to wish a Happy Christmas
Sure I saw Scrooge disappearing up the cold chimney!!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE XX
Brenda
Make walking on wed night a new year's resolution, it really is a helluva laugh. 😆😆