So, here we are. It’s the early hours of March 2nd, and after having my blog for the last few years, I have finally decided to register it for its own domain. It’s something that I have been considering for a while now, and I have finally taken the plunge. So, whilst I figure out everything that’s new with my upgrade, please respect that all articles on my page, including photos, are my own work, and well, subject to copyright. I’m hoping to add that to my home page in the next week or so.
Anyway, Good Ole’ Blighty has been covered in more than a blanket of snow during the past week, some areas of the country more affected than others. However, in my hometown, there’s been a day or two of snowfall, with icy cold winds. Not drastic by any means, but it sure has made me want to hibernate under my new snuggle blanket. Yes, that’s right, my snuggle blanket. It arrived by courier on Wednesday afternoon, and sent to me via the delectable Mr. B, to keep me warm during this cold snap, and future chilly days. He’s an absolute darling, and so thoughtful. I’m so looking forward to him visiting again in the next three weeks, and our date weekend.
And talking of date weekends, so far, the last three have been a blast. We managed to meet up twice in December 2017. I travelled down to his neck of the woods at the beginning of the month for a long weekend. The train journey was cross country and albeit, long. I was so happy to see him waiting for me at the train station. After checking into our hotel, we had a bite to eat at the nearby pub. I even dressed up for the occasion, it was the Christmas Party season after all, and I didn’t want to look out of place. I’m not the best at walking in heels at the best of times, and whilst walking across the carpark, my left shoe nearly came off, as the strap had come undone at the buckle. Thankfully I managed not to fall over. Mr. B looked splendid in his new grey winter coat, and well, he is smartly dressed more often than not. A relaxing Friday night was had by all.
The next morning, we headed into Colchester, and had a late brunch at a place, if memory serves correct, called The Three Monkeys. Not forgetting visiting Colchester Castle, and wandering around the shops – window shopping mainly. Although, we did buy two truckles of ginger and cheddar cheese from one of the Christmas Market stalls in the local shopping vicinity. Oh, and two copies of the Christmas Edition of The Radio Times, so that we could synchronize our TV viewings for over the Festive period. Before we headed to the local Odeon to watch the remake of Jumanji, we had dinner at a Mexican restaurant called El Guaco. We both went for the meat paella, and for the life of me, I can’t remember what we had for dessert, although I am sure it was ice-cream. We made a quick pit-stop at Costa Coffee before going to the Odeon. I was a little bit sceptic about going to watch Jumanji, however I thoroughly enjoyed the film, as well as holding hands with Mr. B. It’s such a lovely feeling to have this brilliant person in my life, and just thinking of our times together so far, leaves me feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
Sunday morning had brought a deep blanket of snow, and it meant that we had to alter our plans for later that afternoon. We headed into Clacton-On-Sea for ten-pin bowling, followed by Sunday lunch, and a walk through the seaside town. I loved the gardens on the promenade. In the afternoon, we visited a Christmas Tree Festival that was taking place in the church in Brightlingsea village. Different factions of this community come together at Christmas to enter a competition for the best dressed Christmas Tree. There were some fantastic trees on display. The church itself reminded me of the one in The Vicar of Dibley. However, it was quite treacherous walking to and from the church back to the car. We had a drink in a local village pub, and then it was time to head back to our hotel. We had some late evening nibbles in the pub near our hotel, and then retired back to our room. There’s something to be said about relaxing together watching TV and being comfortable in each other’s company. When you live so far away, each moment must be cherished, and well, relished. I really didn’t want to say goodbye to Mr. B the following morning at the train station. It felt as though the weekend had passed by quickly. However, I knew that it would only be a matter of weeks before Mr. B would be visiting me for our first Christmas. And I’ll tell you all about that in the next instalment. It’s late, and I need to head up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire.