Here we are, back from our weekend away. Nothing really went to plan this time so we improvised ourselves some fun instead! We were heading to a festival down on the Somerset Coast. It’s only an hour and a half journey so we set off mid morning, in high spirits – despite the drizzle.
I have a basket full of sunshine in the form of vibrant crochet squares so I’m completely immune to doom and gloom anyway!
I mean, rain or shine, who could fail to be happy with this mountain of Granny Square glory to get your hook stuck into? 
Time to make a start on joining them all together to make my poncho. I’m thinking at this point that I might get half of the main body finished by the time we reach our destination, but oh no! That wasn’t quite how it happened and, to cut a long story short, the hour and a half journey slowly morphed and expanded into a five and a half hour journey, with traffic at a standstill or, at best, reaching the giddying excesses of more than two miles an hour for much of the way.
Things progress very nicely with the poncho at least. Good job I brought it with me or I may have gone just a little bit crazy having nothing to do but contemplate the view of the back of this grubby lorry for over three hours!
By the time we actually get to Watchet the sun has come out and, after spending an hour making camp, it was just too tempting to stay put and admire the pretty views rather than trekking across fields to enjoy the last few measly hours that constituted the remnants of Saturday’s festival.
So stay put we did, and had a splendidly quiet evening instead. After all that painfully slow driving poor hubby’s back and knees were playing up anyway. We have wine and we have those fine dining camping essentials – Pot Noodles! 
I have my crochet too, so I think that’s the dream checklist with a big fat tick in every box. That’s us sorted then! 
It feels good now we’ve made our minds up to just chill out. The sunshine seems to agree with our decision and pours down it’s approval on us. Thanks to the many extra hours spent in the car my poncho is now nearly all joined together and a few extra squares have been created too. As the sun begins to head towards the horizon I’ve also made a good start on the hood.
We can hear the distant beats of the festival going on several fields away but I’m just glad to be here right now. We slurp our wine and watch the sun set.
There are some fabulous cloud formations and the lapping of the waves to keep us entertained, followed by the promise of a contemplative night of starry wonderment when it gets too dark to crochet. The simple pleasures are often the best! There’s a whole day by the sea to look forward to tomorrow as well. Yep, I’ll settle for that!
Of course weekends away are all about leisurely mornings too. So the next day hubby makes us a camper’s breakfast while I add a few more squares to make the hood part of my ever expanding poncho a little bit cosier.
Then it’s off for a day out. We start at Dunster Castle where I’m amazed at the scale of these rather Jurassic looking leaves.
On another scale entirely we find a rather dainty ornamental flower garden where I try out my macro photograpy…
…and take note of some beautiful colour combinations. Maybe I’ll draw on these for my next granny square project (I’m not showing any signs or symptoms of getting bored of them yet!)
Time for a spot of lunch already, so it’s off to Minehead to find a good pub with sea views. We have fish and chips somewhere towards the end of this promontory so we definitely fulfilled the sea view part of our criteria there.
With our appetites satisfied it’s time to settle down on the beach for a signature yarn bomb for me, and a postprandial snooze for hubby!
It starts to rain just as I finish the last few chains so we head back to the tent, leaving my crocheted calling card behind.
In the morning it’s still raining, so the decision is quickly made to head straight back home. There’s no point tramping down to Watchet Beach to search for fossils in the pouring rain so that pleasure is saved for another time. With the recent memory of our epic journey down here we brace ourselves for a good long haul back down the motorway in the Bank Holiday mayhem. But, unpredictable as always, there is hardly any traffic on the roads at all and we make it back easily in the hour and a half that we anticipated for the outward journey. We are home and snug hours before I thought we would be and can now revel in the luxury of having all day to unpack the camping gear as well as a little extra home time to indulge ourselves in before the working week starts again in earnest tomorrow. I think it all panned out very nicely in the end. It’s good to just go with the flow sometimes, don’t you think?
So, even though there’s still a good chance of the Summer re-emerging yet, if it doesn’t I will console myself with looking forward to all the cosy loveliness and autumn/winter holiday season celebrations to come. I’m going to start by beginning some new Halloween inspired patterns to add to the collection. I’m thinking that the spiders are a good start.
