I’ve missed three weeks – in Fable time that is sad as my poor memory prevents me from filling in as much detail as I would like. Needless to say happy times have been had every weekend with the handsome SOG!
Places we’ve been to, enjoyed good weather at and held hands:(In no particular order)
Malvern Hills (Blogged)
Walk along the River Severn in nearest city (Same blog as Ludlow)
Kenilworth castle (with O – great fun!)
Avoncroft Outdoor museum (On a day with Historical reenactments and O)
Lickey Hills country park
Symond’s Yat (overnight break – absolutely heavenly, with long walk, hill forts and a great view from our room – see more detail below)
Picnic at a viewpoint – random
Two local parks (Which was more exciting than it may sound)
Whitley Court (Ruined mansion – previously blogged)
This list I am sure is incomplete – I have enjoyed so many fabulous weekends with SOG – and been too busy working or sleeping to blog. I wish now that I had to have a record of loveliness. My memory – grrrr!
More recent wonderfulness:
Our 7th weekend together – Symond’s Yat and Cots’ birthday. Now this I can write in a bit more detail.
It was my half term break. I’d enjoyed SOG’s company over the bank holiday prior to this particular weekend – I’d had him from Saturday till the Tuesday morning – blissful. During that time we booked an overnight break at Symond’s Yat for the Thursday coming (and he took time off work to spend it with me! How exciting). O was on holiday with his dad so it was just the two of us.
On the aforementioned Thursday morning, I had an extremely productive (if full of slight setbacks) start to the day – It started with a flat battery and an appointment with my divorce solicitor. I had spent a horrid two days sorting out divorce linked paperwork and even calling my ex hubby to try and speed things up and save us both a lot of money on solicitors. (Seriously we should have the simplest divorce in the world – another blog sometime methinks.) Any how – I headed into town to collect a few last bank documents. En-route I passed the letting agency I currently am signed up with and spotted a new two bed house in a great area, (near my mum) that was in my price bracket. On the spur of the moment I dropped in and set up a viewing. (Houses go like hotcakes here.) Due to the flat battery I hastily requested a half hour ‘borrow’ of Mum’s car (She reluctantly agreed) and I set off to a charming little semi with a garden. Twenty minutes later I was back at the agency (car duly returned to Mum) and paperwork filled in on the spot. I was at the mercy of the referencing agency but essentially have a new pad to move into over the next month.
I managed to collect paperwork needed and get to my solicitor appointment by 10am. (Yey – go me!) SOG was due half an hour later so I was impressed with my time keeping and structure for the morning.
Once complete I returned home (to my current, rented, third floor flat) to tidy, sort and finish preparing for our trip away. I readied my jump leads for a battery charge and as soon as SOG arrived we got my motor ticking, (thereby needing to take my car so that it gat a ‘run’) and headed off. That’d make for a great innuendo!
The weather reports were promising as we headed West and we had happy expectations of the four days ahead. The journey itself was lovely – chatting and catching up (after only two days away). I’d made a little packed lunch and we stopped off for a small (improptu – well, slight loss of directions ‘moment’) at a signposted viewpoint to enjoy it. The weather was still nippy but the grey was starting to clear.
Following our car picnic (it was a bit breezy) we continued on our travels – abandoning the idea of stopping off at Goodrich castle in favour of finding our bedroom at the B and B! (Naughty thoughts abound!!!)
Of course once that sort of idea enters the head on a journey, hands on legs/knees/thighs becomes a little urgent. Indeed once we had correctly and safely arrived at our hired room (that makes it sound sordid) we marvelled at our brilliant choice of establishment (The best views of the River Wye possible) and got naked! Oh gosh – how utterly divine to be pleasured and plunged into. What a wonderful time was had! (What an amazing bed too! Comfortable, sturdy and headboarded adequately – hehe)
We indulged in a couple of hours rest before deciding that we ought to a.) Eat and b.) Enjoy the emerging sunshine before it was night.
So, for the second time in two weeks I headed up Symond’s Yat rock. (1st time was abseiling – see Permission to Grin part 1) This time we walked up it – There was no-one else about. It was around 5.30pm and the sun was beaming down on us. The greenery was breathtaking and the moment (for me at least) was charged with serenity. This is one of my favourite places – my flying grounds of the future and I was there, spending it with a sexy, lovely man who had so far made the effort to see me every weekend. It was romantic. I did get to stand at one of my favourite views with his arms around me. Life… is good; was the thought in my mind. I put the week’s frustrations (Divorce issues, a flat battery and a paypal hack of my account to the sum of £410.06) behind me.
Afterwards we headed back down and had an absolutely delicious dinner at The Saracen’s Head. We had a sneaky ‘we’ve had a drink’ cigarette and enjoyed the evening sun on our faces, full bellies and stunning scenery.
The following day was a glorious start weather wise. We had a reasonable breakfast then were up and out to get the most out of our day. We decided on a 5 mile round walk up to the nearby hillforts – taking in the forest, the river and a fantastic rope bridge on our way. We were early enough that there were few others about and we got the full sensory experience of birdsong, river rushing waters, sunlight through green leaves and fresh air. The scent of wild garlic was all around and the changes of view from the river, to the rapids, to the woods and rocky outcrops was unrivalled. We reached the hillforts (just groundworks) in a meadow at the top. If it weren’t for the many young bullocks grazing, we’d had enjoyed longer at the top, perhaps indulging in a few more kisses and who knows what else…
On our walk back towards the hamlet of Symond’s Yat East we decided to revisit the Saracen’s head for lunch. By the time we arrived it was very busy with visitors. We did however, manage to secure a table in the sun and indulge in terrific food once more. Then it was time to go… We had to go the longer way back (via mine) and swap cars before heading down to his city where we were going to join Cots in her birthday celebrations the next day.
Cots’ birthday bash:
I couldn’t wait to see Cots. It’d been too long since I’d last been able to give her a Fable hug and I missed her dreadfully. I also know that every time I see her (without exception) that I wll enjoy myself thoroughly. This is the joy of being in Cots’ ‘inner circle’ of fabulous people. I was looking forwards to seeing her goood friends too – I love the HFB’s and (I forget her abbrieviations) the ‘others’. I was also interested to see how SOG would get on with these wonderful people. In fairness I had no concerns. I wouldn’t be spending time romantically with a man, for this many weekends in a row, if I had even a small thought that it’d be awkward. (Been there, done that – got the f’ing T-shirt and won’t be repeating it!)
We had a leisurely morning. In bed we were wrapped up in each other and I just said outright, (and cutely I like to think) ‘So… are you my boyfriend?’ (I hadn’t intended to) He looked bemused by my outburst and replied ‘I suppose I am. What else would I be?’ I answered jokingly that he could be my bit of fluff to which he said, ‘ That wouldn’t be very nice for me’ (meaning himself) We then lightheartedly joked about the status and he did drop in that as ‘his girlfriend…’ (I can’t remember what followed – Grr!)
After we got up he went to played squash for an hour whist I did some school work at his) He also has prepared a terrific continental breakfast (and the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever eaten!) We then headed happily to Cots’ place. I was eager to see what she’d done with it since my last visit (moving day) and couldn’t wait to deliver her birthday/moving in gifts.
It was great catching up and meeting her friends again. Some I’d met before, others were fabulous new company to me and I knew straight away that a marvellous time would be had. SOG was brilliant straight away – engaging and sweet.
We soon had the whole crowd and headed out for punting in the sun.
At the river we had an amusing time waiting for our boats to free up (In my skirt I was trying desperately not to flash accidentally – I am a little clumsy at times.) Cots has detailed far more about this event so I shan’t repeat it all apart from to say that I was a total disaster at it but it was terrifically good fun and I’d definitely have another go! SOG was able but had a rather short stint before the fobulous Cots demonstrated her excellent punting skills. (Hehe) ventually we headed back to shore for gin and cheer. In fact we all were in rather good spirits as we sat in the sun – soon bonding over stories and details from our lives. It was easy, enjoyable and fun, fun, fun! SOG again had some connection with me as we talked to others – either a leg of hand. Lovely… simply lovely.
We headed back to my darling friend’s house. O there; cake was enjoyed, as was champagne (Tattinger – yum!!!) We’d stopped off at the off licenese on the way back and all were happily greasing the wheels. Hilarious and fun. (The place by the way – looked great. Homely, well arranged and comfortable.)
Mrs HBF arrived (hurray!) and we all headed to the bar for more revelry. I was really rather sloshed now – I did warn SOG about my happy, tipsy state. (I get giggly and tend to be quite child like and chatty when I have alcohol in my bloodstream.) I am also comfortable with affection but wanted to (obviously) not flaunt newly found couple status so was relatively well behaved. SOG and I both indulged in a few ‘alcohol in system’ cigarettes which meant a chance of a few brief kisses. (yey)
One of Cots’ wonderful friends was also a newish) mum and started to feel the effects quite quickly of the progressing evening. I offered to walk her back to Cots’ home. Her lovely hubby accompanied SOG and I as we wandered back and made her comfortable then we returned to the bar. More cocktails and banter ensued before SOG and I decided to head off to the taxi rank. The evening had been such a success on many counts. (I’d have been a little more outspoken and helped Cots to get a birthday kiss if I’d been on my own – perhaps it was just as well I wasn’t!) I think everyone had an immensely good time. SOG has mixed really well and we’d all had a chance to catch up.
Next day (Sunday) It was really quite sad having to leave SOG’s. I missed O terribly and wanted to be with him, I just wanted to take SOG with me. I’d had his company 7 days out of 9. How greedy and delightful. I think the feeling was mutual too.
How lucky am I! I have a lovely, sociable, affectionate boyfriend.
It is early days yet. My armour hasn’t gone entirely yet. I’ve also still got a fair few bricks in place around my heart – but things are certainly promising.