Love the idea of serene hidden valley, especially after the day we have had, Wriggle being particularly elliptical. Among her many ideas today were: letting the chicks out of their cage so that she could hunt them with a butterfly net, catching the goldfish so that she could scrub him with a pan scourer, removing all her clothes and replacing them with leaves, a la Adam and Eve (which led to me bellowing, 'PUT THAT SALAD DOWN' as she attempted to gird her loins with rocket, and then tears) and, possibly the worst, in terms of aftereffects; helping me to wash the floor while I was out of the room.
To move on to matters less surreal ...
Welcome to RosyLee and Bensmum. Rosy, your name is perfectly suited to a tea room. Bensmum, I like to think that your name is a bluff and your single precious offspring is called Ludwig or Claude.
Oxeye, I am glad that relations with Oxboy are back on track but I am sad to say that I knew it would be thus as I am a Most Inadeguate Mother who frequently drives Wriggle to tears and therefore have experience of these matters.
Thumb, thank you for your bottle expertise. I think you have reassured me that platsic bottles are OK. Or is that just what I wanted to hear? I will still buy a steel bottle at some point, but am still not sure whether I can use it for acid/fizzy drinks.
I hope you are all watching SpringWatch as they are today in the most wonderful place in the enture world - Kimmeridge Bay. Rock pools, crabs, sea weed, no cafe or shop, fossils, amzing open-air theatre on the cliffs ... Maybe the tea room after next should be there? I remember the most fantastic day there with my two best friends from teaching college and DH, barbecuing bananas with chocolate, paddling, sitting with our feet in a rockpool with shrimps nibbling our toes, walking over the cliffs to Tyneham and meeting a slowworm on the cliff path and then turning a corner on the drive home to confront a family of fox cubs.