Preserving Time.

The Apples are falling and there is a chill in the air for sure Autumn is back and along with it harvest time. We have once again been very busy at the Old Bakery converting our produce to jams and chutneys. Also freezing whatever else we could.

There is a garden store room at the back of the house, it is dark and it's flint walls keep the area fairly cool thus enabling me to store our apple crop, onions and Marrows for a reasonable time whilst we prioritise the other produce preservation.

Our Apple tree despite being hit by a late frost still produced over 120lbs of fruit. This is an excellent variety called 'Lord Derby' which starts off as a cooker then slowly matures to a sweet eating apple. In the next week I really need to start making apple sauce and slicing and freezing them for the winter crumbles that we serve our guests through November and December.

Then there were the grapes from the vines. I really worked hard on these this year. As a novice I turned to the wonders of YouTube for advice. This was helped by the fact that our office opens straight out onto the garden and so I could make quick trips in to look up on the PC how to prune and thin out.  

I had instructors from all over the world teaching me and as a result I obtained quite a crop. However despite this good advise I don't think I was harsh enough in thinning out the individual grapes within the bunches (although I easily removed at least five hundred grapes) and so ended up with a crop of fairly small ones.

They gave the garden a Mediterranean look and were spectacular against the red roof tiles and blue skies. I made a point of ensuring that there was a couple of bunches and just a few vine leaves artistically hanging in front of the Cottage's kitchen window to give a little exotic feel whilst the guests washed up.

Regardless of the small size of the individual grapes I picked the lot, about 14lbs worth deciding to make grape jelly from them.

Having found a suitable recipe I had to boil them down in batches as there were far too many for my preserving pan.

They may have been small but the taste was exquisite as they burst in your mouth sadly though the skin was tough and had to be irreverently ejected along with the pips. So it was either jam or juice and as jam is propbably the more stable of the two that is what I went for.

So boiled down, then the juice filtered through a muslin bag and reboiled with the sugar I produced 11 jars of Old Bakery Grape Jelly to join the preserves stall that we have set up in our porch.

Our 'Shop' was looking really depleted only a month or so ago but with all the homemade jams, marmalades and chutneys we are open for business again.





We are, however, getting a little concerned because we are selling so many we believe that at this rate we will run out of stock early next year.

Still hopefully the Apple sauce and also the Mincemeat that we produce will help stretch it all out a bit longer.













Another product that I have over produced on is the humble Pumpkin. I planted 2 packets of seeds and some old seeds that I saved from a pumpkin last year in some seed trays. The only ones to germinate were the seeds from last years pumpkin. I got 5 plants and so planted them in the allotment and ended up with 27 pumpkins to my surprise.

Whilst these were not the biggest averaging the size of a small football don't be fooled by the carrot in this picture as it was really, really large and extremely tasty too.

So I used the three biggest to make soup (my absolutely favourite soup flavour), I saved two of the  smallest  for decoration in the house and stuck the rest on our front wall with a price on each one.

One by one they sold as every now and again a car would drive by then turn around and come back to buy one. Once again Mike's market stall was in business. I had a cunning ploy to make people think that they were selling faster than they were thus making them think Oooh, I'd better buy one now before they are all sold out. When I placed them on the wall I carefully left a space every now and then to give the image that an odd one had sold in the neat row. I know this trick worked a treat (did you see what I just did there?) because Alison came in and said wow you sold some already!

Going back to the ones that I kept back, I used an idea that Claire gave me and by cutting the top of a small Pumpkin you can make a nifty little vase for you autumnal flowers.....

Here I have used Dahlias that we grew from seed, Hydrangea flower heads and vine leaves from the garden as a base.

I'll be doing the harvest festival soon!!

All home grown.





A final thing that I have sussed out is that I can get £1 for a medium size pumpkin before Halloween. If I try to sell ALL of my pumpkins before Halloween then I can buy a pumpkin at least TWICE the size after Halloween for exactly the same value £1. Thus for every pumpkin I grow I can make TWO pumkins worth of soup!

Now they don't teach you that kind of economics at school.

More home grown (therefore free) jam, The Old Bakery Apple & Blackberry Jelly, a real authentic Autumn jam this. I think we produced 15+ jars of it.


A final indulgence. I take photographs as a hobby but have started to sell them and have happily found that I have a market for them thus giving me more confidence in producing more.
I paint and draw with less confidence and I also feel the urge at times to jot down a little prose, again with less confidence.

However on reading one of my past blogs I came across the following poem from a couple of years ago and for the first time 'I' felt that, actually, it was quite good. So I bring today's blog to an end with my own poem.....

The ticking of the clock

And despite Summers hazy lazy relaxed days,

Autumn takes over, slowly, subtlety in so many ways.

As indiscernible to perceive as the movement of a clock

whose hands steal our time away seemingly as still as a rock.

Don't be fooled by the resurgence of the rose,

It's colour and scent the essence of the garden prose.

Don't be fooled by the Ladybirds, Butterflies and Bees,

They'll all be gone soon and the message they send is but a tease.

The apples are dropping onto the dew dampened lawn,

whilst the herbaceous borders are looking weary and forlorn.

The Brambles are rotting and the silken cobwebs glisten in the cold sun,

It will not be long now, the signs are there that Summer is all but done.

So mow your last cut and prepare to battle the carpet

of brown, red and yellow leaves that will fall to mark it.

For Autumn is coming with more gust than you'll know

and tomorrow you'll be lighting your fire and comforting in the glow.

But don't be despondent all full of gloom and piteous sorrow

for there is always something to look forward for tomorrow.

The dappled sun through the conker coloured trees

and even the freshness of the oh so sharp breeze.

Filling that awkward gap between the yellow of the sun

and the cold frosty snow when we know winter has begun

Autumn serves us well and allows us to manage our seasonal shock

for whatever happens there is no stopping that slow, ticking hand of the seasonal clock.

M.Thomas

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Perhaps sir would like a side order of Mealworms?

"Oy, YOU!, Oy YOU, Mr. Manager, you shouldn't allow it, it's not f***ing right, who knows what s**t they've been walking in, you shouldn't let em in. Why don't you stop em coming in eh?"

It would be true to say that these eloquent missiles of Mass Communication certainly played a part in my decision to leave the Super-marketing world. In my time I think I have had the F word thrown at me in just about every context that possibly exists. Starting from the low base of how I should go some where to reinforcing the said promise that I would indeed be kneecapped on the way home that night.... "I have friends in the IRA" The shoplifter shouted in his strong Irish accent.


Sometimes it is an honest, if somewhat derogatory, slur on my good name said from the heart with real passion. Having seen a male come into a store I felt obliged to watch him. He was smart enough on first glance but had on crappy trainers with no socks. Oh and it was only my personal opinion, I know, but his hair could have benefited from a week long dunk in the sheep dip pen.
       What I have done there is called profiling and is often what the police are criticised for because he may well be an innocent guy going about his everyday business. True he may have been, but sadly the majority of the people that I 'profiled' in my time went on to either commit a crime or attempt to.
      This guy was no different and my gut feeling that there was something, just something not quite right about his demeanor was to be proved true.
      He went straight to the nappy section picked up a pack of our own label nappies then walked right around the outskirts of the store and just as I thought he was about to run off with them he walked along the checkouts and up to the Customer Service desk. Thus giving the impression to the customer service member of staff that he had just walked in with the nappies. He then proceeded to explain, ever so politely, to customer services that he had bought them a few days ago and that they had a problem with the sticky fasteners, could he have a refund please. He had slightly opened the pack on his tour of the store.
     
     Obviously at this point I felt it was time to step in and after a frank discussion in which he made it quite clear that I was a fornicating liar and continued to slur not only my good name, but my Mothers (sorry Mummsie) my Fathers and indeed my fathers, father (again sorry Dad). This big fuss just gave my colleagues time to come and assist and all credit to the police they did him for attempted fraud.

This ripe language was not saved as a special treat exclusively for the management, no far from it. Some of the things and 'helpful' suggestions that have come out of some peoples mouths towards the checkout staff would shock a fisherman's wife!
Often they think they are being witty and like to share their Oscar Wilde wit with a volume that could drown out 40,000 Sunderland fans when they have just beaten Man. Utd. I know, I know, it'll never be able to be proved.
      I swear that every single person that told one of my staff exactly where they could stick the bottle of white lightening, after a sale was refused, thought that they were the first to be so 'clever'.

I think Oscar had a quip that summed them up....

        "Some cause happiness wherever they go;  

 others whenever they go!"

So back to the guy that I started with who was complaining more for the attention that he received from the audience of other shoppers whom he thought would be interested but of course he was wrong and they weren't in the least interested.

"Oy YOU, Mr Manager why don't do something about it!" The problem that had commissioned this crusade was that a 3~4 year old child was sitting in the Supermarket trolley. Obviously this is unhygienic and clearly something we ask parents not to do for two really good reason. Firstly it is just gross, I can remember watching a lady being served some meat from the butchers counter whilst her child sat quietly in the trolley. Neither of them aware that her blessed little angel was producing a delicate little waterfall of child wee, all over her shopping and then cascading to the floor.
Secondly as soon as they stand up they make the trolley highly unstable, you'd be no safer if you were trying to swap seats midstream with a fat man in a canoe. I have seen several trolleys go over and the resulting head injuries are quite unpleasant. So this guy was preaching to the converted on this one.

"I quite agree sir", I quickly disarmed him.
"Well wot you gonna do about it then? why don't you stop them coming in?" he asked.
"We're always happy to hear suggestions on how best to do this, what would you suggest?"
"Well you should 'ave someone on the front door stoppin' them".
"When?" I challenged him.
"All the bloody time" he kindly clarified.
"So to stop the problem you suggest that we employ staff to stand at the door waiting all the opening hours to tell the odd person that turns up to remove their child before entering the store." 
"Yep" he agreed.
"So we would employ two full time members of staff and one part-time to cover their holidays so that every opening hour of the day would be covered in case we missed an offender. Total cost to be added to every ones shopping bill approximately £30,000 a year."

To give him credit he thought about this for quite some seconds and came to the conclusion that this would possibly be using a sledge hammer to crack a nutshell.

"Well you should have bloody signs up on every trolley and at the front door."

"Sadly people never seem to read signs" I proposed.

He was not too impressed at this and having invoked some more of his fruitier language he made it quite clear to me that if we had signs on the trollies and at the door this would be a simple way to cure the problem.

Bless him.....  "But sir, there is a sign on the trolley that you have got in your hands right now and you have obviously not read the sign at the front doors either, as I said people just don't read signs."

He grumbled under his breath that he hasn't got time for this and as he disappeared up the greengrocery aisle he just shouted back "It ought not be allowed, you should do something about it...."

I thought a small remote control battery on every trolley could send a short sharp shock to the child and perhaps any other customer of my choice, but figured I'd never get it past health and safety.



All this is really just to ease you into today's topic......

Norfolk Signs.

Norfolk has an abundance of home made signs many of which make me smirk. These are just a few.....

Listen, I know it is childish school boy humour but I can't help saying to the kids that I'm going to go to the Cock and Pull it.

It is always nice to see that some one has made time to warn people about animals crossing the road and I think this one says it with a smile.

There is a politeness about this one. It is in a 30 mile an hour zone but they clearly thought that the more personal approach would be helpful.


The next sign takes this a step further and whilst it is a formal road sign it is done in that most delightful of Norfolk vernacular.  To me the sign sums up in one simple concise phrase the whole of the Norfolk way of life......

The next sign is a bit of an enigma to me as I'm really not too sure what it is trying to tell us...

The question being is it the Truck Stop that is cheap and clean or indeed is it the Tea that is cheap and clean? Did they used to sell dirty tea and felt obliged to put a sign up to show how well they have moved on, somewhat like the 'Under new Management' signs.

Most of these roadside signs stay in position all the time and sadly on this occasion there was no tea either of the clean or the dirty varieties and even the Truck Stop had vanished too, perhaps it was their tea break.


However, my favourite of all the Norfolk signs was on a chip shop near Salthouse and simply read;-

FISH

AND

CHIPS

AND

LUGBAIT

I went to take a photo of it only to find that it had been removed. However I think the flash new sign still leaves me wondering if the Lugbait is on their Fish & Chip menu especially as orders can be taken!

Perhaps sir would like a side order of Mealworms?

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"I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting." Mark Twain and "To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life." Robert Louis Stevenson

And therein lies my entire philosophy about life and exercise.I am conscious that by blogging again I am about to unleash even more mirth and merriment amongst my dear family and friends than even the blog http://theoldbakery.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/sometimes-it-is-time-to-paddle-your-own.html caused.

One of the potential downsides of running the B&B is that we often have food that has not been chosen by guests from the breakfast menu about to go out of date, which rather than letting it go to waste, we consume. Then you have the freshly baked cake for every guest which means that there is usually some bits of cake just past their best to be eaten up too. Whilst this could be seen as a bonus, in reality it doesn't do much for our once trim figures (admittedly some while ago now). I'd naively thought that having swopped an office job for life in the B&B last summer that I'd feel fitter and healthier but no such luck - it doesn't seem to have made any difference and now I'm back in an office job so I'm back to where I started.

Something more drastic was called for and therefore in August I took the plunge and attended our local community gym (in the village hall). I'd thought I'd just go for a bit of gentle exercise; you know the sort you can do sitting down, like an exercise bike or a rowing machine or at a push the treadmill - all just about within my capabilities. But the lady that runs the gym had other ideas. Apparently cardiovascular exercise is better for you, so she has introduced 'LtLtL' - otherwise known as Ladies that Love to Lift! That's weight lifting to you and me. Not even an excuse of tennis elbow made a difference (not from playing tennis of course but from lugging around training materials - and being too stubborn to ask for help).

So on and off for the last two months I've been trotting down to the gym of a Monday evening and learning all the exercises and I'm now officially trained and can make up my own routine of lifts. All was going well until Mike decided to join me last week. And there is no-one more evangelistic about a sudden cause than a newly converted fitness freak (just like a smoker who has quit and is the biggest critic of others who are still addicted to the weed). He's even splashed out the princely sum of £9.99 for new jogging bottoms so there's no going back now.

Apparently he didn't know that carbs contained lots of calories so now we're on a barely any carbs at all diet. I've scarely seen a potato pass my lips for over a week now (I was allowed two with our roast dinner last night although he didn't have any(!)- and we won't mention the jacket potato (with lots of salad) that I sneaked in whilst at work tday). Instead he's found a potato replacement. Whilst at the cash and carry last week he picked up a box of 6 cauliflowers for only £2.50. So we've had cauliflower soufflé twice - although I have to admit that was yummy so much so that I had second portions. Mashed cauliflower as a substitute for mashed potato isn't quite so good. And a cooked breakfast without toast - what's that about? As for rice, risotto or the occasional Chinese takeaway or my favourite, pasta - well who knows when I'll ever have that again. From now on it's protein - because red meat helps restore all the muscles you've torn whilst lifting heavy weights - and more cauliflower.

And now I'm being pitched in competition against him. Tonight at the gym I was about to do some deadlifts (lifting a bar with weights on either end up to your hips and down again 8 times then repeat the series of 8 twice more i.e. 24 times). Earlier I'd lifted 15kg in lifts above my head (although I was told next time it should be 20kg). I must admit I did a double take when told to put all the weights on the bar...yes she did mean all of them, which added up to 46.5kg (which is a lot in anyone's book). Then we were challenged to take it in turns to lift the bar again, 3 lots of 8 times. Of course I can't be beaten but how is that right that someone 10 inches taller and somewhat heavier than me gets to lift the same - thank goodness I had that potato to pull me through!

So dear family and friends who are visiting us in Norfolk over the coming months, do come prepared with recipe suggestions for cauliflower and sneak me in a bag of crisps to ease my potato craving!

The Hotel Inspector cometh (again)......

Six weeks after we opened the AA man arrived unannounced as we mentioned at the time: http://theoldbakery.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/today-hotel-inspector-called.html

Last year's visit was much quicker; with a different Inspector knocking on the door mid morning when we were in the middle of a changeover and still cleaning the B&B room. Fortunately we had our excel spreadsheet showing what we clean every day and a cake was due out of the oven so the aroma hit him as he walked through the door. That meant that we retained our 4 star Gold Award and our Breakfast Award which was a big relief.

Last year's visit was a year almost to the day of the first visit so Mike has been on tenterhooks for the lat month expecting a visit at any moment.

Last week, when I was having a couple of days off (after six months at the NHS) and whilst Mike was doing his civic duty and giving blood I found that the AA Inspector had left his calling card in the porch. So I gave him a call and he said he could be with me in 15 minutes. Just enough time to put away the piles of laundry, the ironing board, clean the downstairs loo and check the B&B rooms.

You might think it's a nice life eating out and sampling all sorts of meals and staying all over the country but as the AA's own article shows, it's quite demanding and not everywhere is top notch:
http://www.theaa.com/hotel/hotel-inspector.html

Today the report arrived from the AA and this is a selection of his comments:

" It was a pleasure to return to The Old Bakery and catch up on the latest developments and plans for this fine old house. Since last inspection, the new bedroom has come on stream and is proving to be a real success. The new room is beautifully presented, well planned and free space is maximised. .....

.....The bathroom has an obvious quality, lighting is very good and decor of a superior quality (that's Mike's tiling!) Fixtures/fittings are of a good quality and towels were soft and well laundered (Mike's insistence that you don't use fabric conditioner with towels).......

.......Housekeeping throughout the house is of a high standard (fortunately he doesn't get to see our living areas! - there is only so much we get time to do)...and there was a real sparkle to the bathrooms......(lots of lime-scale cleaner is the reason).

The Old Bakery has confidently retained a Four Star Bed and Breakfast grade along with the AA Gold Stars Award. The AA "Breakfast Award" is also retained"

What he didn't say is that Mike (aka Mr Hospitality) also deserves an award for keeping everything going as our B&B nights have almost doubled over last years numbers (195 stayed and booked in 2013 so far compared to 105 in 2012).

As one of our recent Trip Advisor reviewers said " I've no idea how Mike managed to do everything AND make time to make us feel so comfortable"  - I'm not sure he knows either but now you may know why his blogging has not been quite so prolific in recent months.

So there we were waiting for 14 elderly ladies in a charabanc to turn up on a Sunday afternoon, all expecting tea and cake.........

"Ouch! Why you little....."  I muttered to myself as another spiteful blackberry thorn latches on to my arm using the arms momentum to dig itself in all the more firmly before finally giving up and letting go. Of course it hasn't finished, no, it then tears along my skin a further inch before eventually relinquishing it's hold.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough......

 No, ’tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve.

Mercutio  (Romeo & Juliet)

I'm still suffering from a small thorn incurred 2 years ago whilst we were scrumping, no, er... 'acquiring' some err.. 'wild' Mirabelle cherries. A thorn became imbedded in my chest and despite the best that the NHS could throw at it (basically a nurse with a needle and no soul) it still sits there today.  See previous blog "The birds and the bees".

So I particularly don't like things with thorns. A little side note here, I failed to enter the r in thorns and so the spell check thought I didn't like things with thongs. You really have to be quite alert when writing this drivel you know!



The task in hand is Blackberry picking in the back garden so I could make a batch of Blackberry and Apple Jelly. Luckily the Blackberry juice matches my blood colour then.

The Blackberries and the Apple tree had been planted by our predecessor in this property a retired Vicar called Percy or PJ to his friends. We have spoken much about Percy in the past on this blog and have told of the many old acquaintances of his that have since re-visited The Old Bakery to remember their personal good times.

PJ's presence is felt throughout the house and gardens, it's not a silly ghostly thing but there is a spirituality about the place that comes very much from his input in the design and planning of the garden through to the wonky brickwork on the two chimney breasts in the lounge. I still keep his blunt old garden tools hanging on their bespoke carpentered wall holders in the tool shed, because that is where they belong. I will get them all sharpened one day although I reckon PJ said the same thing himself.
When we go to our office we are actually sitting in the Chapel that PJ built, with it's bell tower out side and inside I have not ripped out the Walkman Cassette that he had wired into some speakers so he could play music in his chapel. His long brass candle lighter and also the snuffer still sit on the window sill near the large Cross that he embedded into the flint wall with his own hands.


We are not pricked by a dogma that all of his 'work' should be immortalised here but more with a sense of maintaining a little of the history that his thirty years of occupation marked on the place.
Our commercial requirements meant that I have torn out the tiny study that he had made upstairs so we could create a bigger 2nd B&B guest bedroom. We have made several alterations ourselves, which are part of our legacy to The Old Bakery.

As I mentioned earlier we do get a lot of PJ's past friends and colleagues and one of these visited us last October, see previous blog "We are all visitors......"

This particular lady was an important part of Percy and his wife's ministry at The Old Bakery and I   assured her that we quite enjoy meeting their old friends and finding little snippets out about the place. This she took as an invitation to get a whole group of past ministry participants together to visit us!  Well we couldn't say no and before long it was in the diary. So there we were waiting for 14 elderly ladies in a charabanc to turn up on a Sunday afternoon, all expecting tea and cake as they made their pilgrimage to The Old Bakery.

Not too sure what to expect we prepared for the onslaught.....

Homemade cakes and tea, it all seemed very 'British'. They arrived on time in an assortment of cars, some couldn't come because of a clash with a church event so we ended up with 9 ladies and one guy.
It was a lovely two hours where we found out a little more about PJ and his wife and The Old Bakery during that time. As a group they tried to meet about once a year and so for them it was a real treat to be able to meet in the very place that brought them all together in the first place.

After tea we showed them what we had done to the place over the last 3 years, they then had a good natter with each other and then we took a group photo to mark the occasion.
It was really nice and they were clearly thrilled with the whole afternoon.

This unassuming photo of a group of ladies in front of a house means very little to the onlooker but it was quite obvious that it meant so much to them as they had so many personal memories of The Old Bakery and all that Percy brought to it.
It was perhaps all the more significant that it was a few days away from being the 30th anniversary of the day that Percy and Margaret moved into this house.

And what were Alison and I doing all those years ago on the day before they moved in?.....

Awwwwe,   how sweet.

That's right as Percy was moving into the house that we were destined to take over we were actually getting married. It is at this point that I will take a little time to record just how absolutely and overwhelmingly wonderful it has been to be married to Alison. We have done so much, seen and been to so many places. We've lived a lot and cried a little. We have had two brilliant kids who we are so proud of and whom mean the world to us. But most of all we have always been head over heals for each other.
Alison thanks for everything over the last 30 years, it's been a blast. XXX


Ok so now back to me being me.....


Firstly the THEN and NOW comparison photos...

THEN

AND NOW....

Well I think I managed to keep my looks on the whole but I wouldn't wish to comment on Alison's!!!





OK then..                                        AND NOW.....

Mike.

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There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. William Shakespeare.

We have indeed set ourselves 'afloat', we've released our moorings from the safety of the corporate quay and for the last 3 years have been taken along by a wavering current doing our best to control the rudder as we go.

So, the last few months have been our busiest yet and we have sacrificed a lot of 'free time' to take every booking going in an attempt to build our reputation and business base. During June To August we had 158 nights booked with a further 45 already booked in September. In farming terms we have been making hay whilst the sun shone.... and boy did it shine.

So finding time for a break has been hard but not impossible and a few days have been squeezed out of the business for a little recreational break.......

On Echo Beach
Waves make the only sound
On Echo Beach
There's not a soul around

Far away on Echo Beach.....

This is Scolt head Island and it has got to be one of our favourite places to simply chill out....

The Dunes are huge and formed from the silkiest powdery sand that trickles through your toes....

The sky is blue and it is our very own treasure island.

The views are stunning and you can see miles and miles of beach with hardly a sign of anyone else.

So where is this paradise Island?

Right here on the sunny Norfolk coast just over a mile out from the small quay at Burnham Overy Staithe.
We love taking our canoe out to the island as it is just so tranquil and generally undisturbed. There are no buildings there at all and the wildlife is abundant. The only way to get there is by boat and so only those that have small yachts, canoes or boats can land on the island. In the peak tourist time a small ferry does drop people off but they are not many because of the complete lack of any facilities... it is bliss!

On Monday we went there with Alison's sister in our canoes and found a late summer tide had filled the quay to the brim and the water was as still as a mill pond. It was just before 9am and the view was simply stunning from the quay-side before we even ventured into the water.

This combined with such a sweet fresh smelling air oozed freedom. THIS is why we made our life style change, THIS is what it is all about. If we found that we had got bogged down recently in the heavy workload of bookings then this was the reminder of why we are here. It was quite simply stunning. The only sound was that of an odd Oyster Catcher, a gull and the clacking of the rigging on the boats masts.

So we set off for Scolt Island with the tide just on the turn, Alison and I in our two seater inflatable canoe and Helen (Alison's sister) in hers.

Half way along the estuary we stop and drift a little whilst we soak up the view. Half a mile behind us we can see Burnham Overy Quay and in front of us Scolt Island with it's golden beach calling us in. All around there are Egrets, waders and Terns diving into the sea catching fish. The sky is a vast Norfolk sky with just a few beautifully white fluffy clouds hanging in time with hardly a breeze to move them along.

Helen looking across to our destination, Scolt Island.

The beach on the other side of the inlet disapears into the distance with just a few people enjoying it.
Last time we were here I enjoyed a nice swim in the sea which IS the North Sea but it was beautiful.

We had breakfast on the beach, a strange mix consisting of a vegetarian pasty followed by a bit of fruit cake. Then we made our way back. The tide had turned and as it was so high there was a strong current against us, Alison and I being novices at canoeing struggled to keep the canoe from trying to turn. Helen, a seasoned canoeist, was trying to teach me best practice skills but I fear that in doing so she found that she was metaphorically paddling up against a strong current of cack-handiness.
I fear that I had still not mastered the art by the time that we had returned!

So that was one of our excursions to Scolt Island, we have also, in the past, drifted up some of the many little creeks in that area and I can honestly say that there is nothing better then sauntering along in our little boat. Say goodbye to Summer everyone.......

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Saturday's child works hard (very hard) for her living......

Now I'm working full-time Saturday is officially my day-off! Here's how it went:

7.00 Got up, dressed and at work by...
7.10 Prepare baked cinnamon grapefruit x 3 ( remember to use the correct knife after being told off by the Head Chef yesterday when preparing grapefruit before going to work)
7.15 Prepare fresh fruit salad
7.30 Start Blueberry compote cooking
7.35 Make American Pancakes - as enjoyed by genuine Americans twice in the last month!
7.50 Put coffee on and take out juices, milk and water to the dining room
8.15 Welcome first couple of guests for breakfast (on time)
8.16 Welcome second couple of guests (who were due at 8.30, so suddenly our timing for the cooked breakfasts is thrown out). Waitressing duty.
9.00 Eat breakfast (on the business) - we like it when someone chooses pancakes as there is always some mixture left over which can't go to waste

9.15 Say goodbye to second couple.
9.20 Start clearing guest's breakfast things away.
9.45 Chat to first guests as they get ready to depart
10.00 Off to the village hall to help set up the Hindolveston CIA (Crafts in Action - they are not really spies here in deepest Norfolk) exhibition featuring items made by the residents of the village.
11.50 Pop back home for more exhibits as there are some empty spaces in the hall
12.55 Finish the setting up and labeling of the exhibits and return home
1.00 Start clearing up kitchen (Mike has been busy all morning getting the two B&B rooms cleaned)
1.20 Make lunch
1.25 Thank the lady who has been cleaning the cottage for us in recent weeks (what a god-send! she is) and make arrangements for when she can help out next
1.30 Eat lunch
1.45 Start making two lemon drizzle cakes, one for the cottage guests and one for the B&B guests
2.00 Carry on clearing the kitchen
2.20 Clean downstairs cloakroom
2.30 Add drizzle to cakes
2.40 Have shower and clean our bathroom
3.05 Chat to first guests who have returned to collect something they left behind
3.10 Take cake to cottage and check all is ok there
3.30 Greet new B&B guests (who had sent a text to see if they could arrive early!)
3.45 Serve tea and cake to B&B guests in the garden
4.00 Take phone call from cottage guests advising us they are 40 minutes away
4.10 Have cup of tea
4.12 Daughter phones - chat whilst drinking tea
4.25 Clear away B&B guests tea things
4.40 Cottage guests arrive - give guided tour of cottage and garden
5.10 Have an ice-cream in garden with Mike, B&B guest chats to Mike about his photos
5.30 Requested by B&B guest that their duvet is changed for a non-allergenic one.
5.45 B&B guests go out for the evening, we change duvet, also remove feather mattress topper and pick up loose feathers!
6.15 Realise we've not thought about food for tomorrow for dinner with friends who will be visiting and head to Budgens in Holt. Buy fish and chips for our supper as we're too tired to cook.
7.15 Supper in front of TV
8.00 Work on Anticipated Issues report for my coaching qualification - my anticipated issues are concerns about finding clients but apparently this should be about ethical issues, crossing boundaries and concerns about gender or cultural differences!
9.30 Try (and fail) to stay awake to catch the sports news on TV
9.32 Asleep!