Life in silo

This weekend, frustration got the better of me and we booked a couple of weeks away. I couldn’t help noticing that the weather had improved and everyone seemed to be having a jolly good time of it so we found a converted silo on some farmland and booked for two nights.

I mentioned in a previous blog post that I was getting itchy feet, and needed to do something about it. It might be a temporary scratching of that itch but it was enough to satisfy and with E at my side, there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy it.

We drove up on Thursday evening meaning we were able to set up outside in time for sunset with a cheeseboard and a few tinnies. Once there, we set the world to rights and sunk as much booze as we could before retreating to our mezzanine bedroom. Is there anything more dangerous than an open staircase when you’re a bit pissed?

The following day, we had a lazy morning and then went on an adventure, heading across fields in search of the village that everyone kept telling us existed somewhere out there. Along the way, we ventured across a microbrewery (Courtyard Brewery) where we were given a tour and bought some beers. Then we killed some time at the Sandpits before the pub opened.
Is there anything better during a staycation (god, I hate that word and wish I hadn’t used it) than finding a good, local pub. We got sandwiches and a pint in the beer garden. All of those words are just ticking boxes for me. What a great existence. I hope one day to spend a lot more of my time having boozy lunches and less time between working.

When we got back, we got the fire going for our hot tub. When we were told we had a wood burning hot tub, I imagined a cauldron with a fire under it… because I’m an idiot.
Instead, it was a hot tub with a heating element fed in by a wood fire, obviously. Despite the clear instructions, we took two bottles of Prosecco in with us and when I emerged three hours later, everything was a bit wobbly. What a way to spend an afternoon.

We got the BBQ going and cooked up some steaks, covered in garlic butter, along with all the best vegetables. Then, we watched the sun go down on another day. Again, this is what life should be about.

I can’t wait for my next adventure with E but it’s going to have to wait until we’ve both got the money to do it properly, or the BBC see sense and get us onto a travel show.