And, whilst we feel that we're getting more of a handle on the area we've moved to there are still a few nooks, crannies and crevices which remain to be explored.
So this weekend we decided to put that right.
The weather was good. Dry. Bit chilly. But no rain. And no wind to whip round you, play havoc with the nerves of your teeth and ensure you come home with a tired wind-battered face complete with headache.
The plan was set. We would get up early (or at the time one would normally rise for work), leave at about 6.15am (or thereabouts) and walk from our little plump bungalow all the way to Hadleigh Castle. Whilst the Chuppies does not survive well when venturing out long without fodder he had decided that he would be fine to shlep the 3 hours or so to the Castle on little more than a coupla glasses of water.
"Are you sure you'll be OK?" queried London-Lass (all concerned 'n that). "What about one of your breakfast chewy bar thingies?"
"I'll be fine," replied the Chuppies all patient and huffy. "Besides I dont want to be carrying anything with me."
"They're light snack bars not luggage. And you know what you get like when you dont eat anything," London-Lass replied full of portent and doom.
"I'll get something whilst we're out," the Chuppies heckled back and, then before London-Lass knew it, they were both outside the bungalow's front door and starting their walk to the Castle.
Which turned out great. So early was it in the morning that only the occasional jogger and the odd over-enthusiastic cyclist could spoil the serenity of the spectactularly soul-souring sunrise. (try saying that after a coupla sherries)
But then just over an hour in it started.
"I told you to bring something with you," London-Lass barked back whilst hurrying the Chuppies along.
Reasons for not venturing into the café that promised to serve exquisitely cooked poultry of the southern fried nature? 1) I had already planned a home-cooked brunch of bagels, salmon, scrambled egg, yoghurts, fruit juice, tea and a toasted hot cross bun on the side, 2) the Chuppies eats too much sweet beige fried stuff when left to his own devices, and 3) the café was shut.
So the Chuppies manfully continued in as we began to move away from the more commercial end of the front and into the more historic/weatlthy/prettier area full of cockle sheds, eccentrically named public houses, ultra expensive but tiny fisherman cottages and a train station that would mark the start of a maze of footpaths, fields and dirt tracks that would take us to our final destination.
But just before we left the seaside village and ventured into its pretty countryside London-Lass espied a nifty little café-cum-seafood-merchants wherein the Chuppies was rewarded with a sugary coffee and a bit of a sit before making our way to the Castle.
Which greeted us after a further 20 minutes or so.
|3 hours on the hoof without breakfast - my brave soldier|
and whilst only small portions remain of this once grand property you could really get a sense (when standing up close and having a bit of a gog) as to why King Edward III was so drawn to the gaff and spent so much filthy medieval lucre doing it up to enjoy it in his dotage.
So after lots of marvelling over the majestic ruins and cooing over the view from where the Castle had been perched, we nimble-footed it back to the closest train station and choo-chooed it back home.
The Chuppies has just now woken up from a 1½ hour napping session whilst I have been quietly typing away with a half empty bag of M&S Chiccy Choccy Mini Eggs by my side.
Arent long Bank Holiday weekends the greatest invention ever?