Hills and fine dining

Days 8 and 9
By Layla

Roz having awoken (from what she would like to be noted was only a brief doze), cooked a delicious meal for our last night in our self catering house: tortilla, pasta, lots of melon, lots of wine. Nice. We watched the first half of Rear Window until I pleaded tiredness and went to bed.

The next day was a so-called ‘Free day’ – we had to entertain ourselves and had decided to do so by climbing up a large hill. Having had an extravagant last self-catered breakfast, we packed up our things and then set off. Rather fun to walk from our house straight into the forest. Armed with our little hand drawn map (‘turn left at the big log’) and a picnic courtesy of Roz, we had a really lovely walk along a track by a river with trees, past Frog Rock, and then up a steep slope… we’d vaguely been aiming for the top, but then the thought of having to get down in the event of rain was unappealing given the likely quick move to mushy mud, and we headed for a riverside picnic spot instead. Then fled the wasps to another spot where we read our books before sleepily wandering home to our new abode, a room in the 2-room guesthouse at the other end of the village.

We had been a little concerned that the move away from self-catering might be risky (more polenta, sour cream and cheese)… but in fact we were served up with a glorious three course meal and wine, home cooked and delicious. In fact after eating it we were so exceptionally full we could hardly breathe. We walked around the village, stuffed, before retiring to our bedroom to watch the rest of Rear Window. Our early night was due to my exhaustion. I turned on my phone and was shamed to read my parents had been out at a late night outdoor movie double bill til 2am… I should resolve to be more of a party girl. If only I wasn’t so exhausted.