Drookit

Mr C continued the frantic house-cleaning and I cooked for Jo coming to stay. We met in Iran and she lives in Cornwall where we met up for some lovely walks on our round England van tour in June. She tried 4 filling stations in York (where she was staying with her son) yesterday but could get no fuel and they had no idea when they would get deliveries so she decided to come by train. We met her at Alnmouth station, about 35 minutes from us.

After lunch it looked liked there would be a few showers so we went up through the woods onto the moor for a walk. I had wanted to show her our lovely scenery but by the time we reached the viewpoint in the blip we were drookit as by then the rain was lashing. We took the steep way off the moor which was a path that had turned into a raging torrent. As we descended it became more and more eroded - it looked like a wee dam had burst - the path had washed away leaving a big step down where before it was gradual, which made it hard on the knees.

We were soaked to our underwear when we got back but Mr C had put on the Rayburn so we were able to hang up the wet clothes on the pulley. We put newspaper in our boots which we hope will have dried out by tomorrow.

We’ve had a lovely catch up and enjoyed our dinner - figs, blue cheese and toasted hazelnuts on salad, fish pie and fruit salad.