Weekend retreat: Day 2.

September 30, 2012

We woke up later than planned and popped down to breakfast. We both enjoyed a wonderful English breakfast with a well needed cup of tea, (it had been 24hrs since my previous one!)
After reluctantly packing up our things we had a cup of coffee on the terrace.


During our coffee we spotted a putting green and decided to have a little go ourselves. It was really good fun, predominantly because of my good fortune. 
Yep, that's right, I WON; Joe was not happy. This is actually the understatement of the century; Joe was really unhappy. Although I was perhaps a little lax with the rules, I did definitely win, and I couldn't help but show my happiness- much to Joe's disapprobation.

We then had a final wander around the grounds before heading off to Barcombe.

Joe then proceeded to navigate us through some very narrow roads into the heart of the countryside. We barely met anyone on the way, until we wound up at 'The Anchor Inn', whereupon we found where everyone had congregated. The place was packed with happy families, the pub inundated with people in want of refreshment. Before too long, we got ourselves a boat, grabbed the nearest paddle, and hopped in.
Once again, we were returned to blissful solitude.


...We were attacked by the plants on the riverbank.
Who would have thought we'd set ourselves up for some extreme sport...

Next I had the extremely good idea of hopping out of the boat for a quick drink and a little rest.
(Elegantly) I reentered the boat. Joe, on the other hand, did not have the same intention. After pushing the boat back from the land on which we had wedged it, he hopped in, but we weren't moving. So he used the bank to push off from. Heather (that's me), suggests he borrows a paddle. The next thing we know Joseph is 'planking', although rather unintentionally, (as his arms have stayed where they were and his legs are still on the boat which has now been dislodged.)

I have never laughed so much. Poor Joseph got himself in a right pickle, and although he wasn't over the moon about me taking photos, (I really couldn't have helped), I'm so glad I did! (muaha)
After a momentary aggrieved and moody Joe, he returned to his former self and we had a right old chuckle.
As I write this I ponder, surely this rivals a scene in 'Hitch', or even the 'Bridget Jones' boating accident?

We then popped off back home, with the addition of a soggy bottom, but no dampened spirits. With a quick detour to Blockbusters we picked up 'The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.' We enjoyed it with some of our picnic's leftovers- which were embellished with salmon and stilton on several crackers. The film, accompanied with far too much popcorn, topped off one of the very best weekends of my life. Laughter, Relaxation, a little drama, Heather knowing what's best, and lots of fun: a capsule year.

Thank you Joe!


  1. hahaha, oh my goodness, too funny. And the grounds are stunning. Sounds amazing. fabulous post, love. If you get a sec, I recently sat down with IwantHerJob.com and opened up about working for Lauren Conrad and some exciting TV possibilities. I'd love if you'd check it out. xo


  2. That place looks beautiful! Please let me know how it goes if you do the 'dook alorange' ( I want pictures! ;) XX