The view from the caravan yesterday evening
Yesterday Joe, myself and dogs, having discovered the route across country to Polstead village, set off to do a recce of The Cock Inn. It was closed on a Monday when I drove through the village, but as we had arranged to meet with a former blogger Greygal and A for lunch we needed a suitable venue so needs must, we just had to check another pub...it's a hard life.
So there we were sitting in the garden with the dogs, enjoying the peace and tranquility of a beautiful Suffolk village, supping a pint of
Adnams Woodfordes Wherry when a car drives up and a woman's voice loudly announces,
"I thought I would find you here!" (there was also something about reprobates I seem to recall)
It was Greygal.
We had a been discovered.
Today we all met again at The Cock Inn as arranged and enjoyed a splendid lunch and a beer, or two, and had a chance to catch up with news of boat builds, (us) boat refits and new business enterprises (them). Lovely to see you both.
L-R Joe, Greygal and A