here's a little report. next year, the new forest
assembled for the first time on saturday morning
4 miles later, time for a rest and a regroup
AMC and mr.AMC with the giant puffballs - enough to feed us all later.
but only thanks to the heroic efforts of the lovely lady and her giant wickerwork collection in lugging them round all day
5 miles of tootling later, and the first and only visit of the fairy means getting the kettle, teapot, loose tea & tea strainer out for a brew, on perhaps the shiniest parrafin stove in the east riding
a mile and half later, it's time for lunch and a pint
another two and a half miles, and it's time for a rest, although we did stop for a cuppa in the meantime in a centre for pilgrims.
1745hours and we're in the village of nelson's birth. outside the lord nelson. there's only going to be one outcome
slices of puffball, panfried in olive oil and rustic chopped garlic, on farmshop bread chunks. it's not easy slicing either with a swiss army knife
our tired looking organiser with an extremely geeky gift of SA hubshell S&P grinders
AMC with nurses uniform and enough basket space for all our foraging
sunday morning, vintage clothes day and some more hanging around chatting
chaincleaning tim's restored triumph and an unrestored one for comparison
the long driveway at holkham hall.
at our destination for sunday morning cakes
at the off-licence, selecting supplies and of course, relaxing
struggling to stay awake on late sunday afternoon in the grounds of holkham hall with a brew