Friday, October 17, 2014
A short trip to Dorset to connect with family and friends
Of course our Ryanair flight arrived early. We were picked up by Martin and John and whisked away to our accommodations for the night, Thatched Cottage Hotel in Three Legged Cross. After our reunion with Patricia and meeting Jacqui we sat outside in the sun for a short while before lunch. There was so much to eat, lovely salad, ham, Melton Mowbray pie and beautiful boiled fingerling potatoes.
Since six of us weren't going to fit in the car we all jumped in the camper van with two neighbourhood labradors that were visiting for the afternoon. We arrived at the ruins of Knowlton Abbey, which sits inside a henge, now a huge circle of grass. In other words the abbey was built in a pre-Christian place. Our friends' village of Gussage St. Michael is dedicated to the Archangel who will balance the souls in the scales of justice on the Day of Judgement or so the story is told. None of this bothered any of us, especially the dogs, who had a lovely romp. Gussage St. Michael is a lovely sprawling little village with much ancient history. Driving in the area we spotted a Neolithic settlement and an old Roman road.
It was time for us to settle into our accommodation. The thatched cottage was set in a huge park-like garden complete with a pond. When I asked the owner if the heron ever ate the fish, she told us the fish were too big. She was right, they were huge carp-type fish. In fact one raised its head out of the water and had a good look at us like a whale spy hopping. It was a little disconcerting. Later in the evening we had dinner at a quaint nearby pub. I was still full from lunch and only managed a bowl of soup.