Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Cold Comfort Farm

There's a great big bath in the cottage in which we stayed. It is deep with a roll top and claw feet, designed for indulgent Flake-inspired long soaks with lots of bubbles and heavenly scents. Unfortunately, such inactivities require a certain amount of hot water. We were completely out of it. Not a drop. The boiler had packed up and no amount of prodding it was going to convince it otherwise.

The plumber looked a bit nervous when he answered the emergency call-out to find 6 eager women huddled under a duvet. He backed out slowly and only delivered the news that he wouldn't be able to get the spare part until Thursday when he was within jumping distance of his van.

We comforted ourselves with perpetual bowls of crisps, dips and chocolates, enjoyed beside the lovingly tended coal fire, our only source of heating, notwithstanding all the hot air that only half a dozen women can generate sans chaps.

The weekend (not our armpits) went hummingly, bracing headland walks, sheltered woodland hillsides stretching down to deserted windswept beaches, pub grub, pounding waves, lazy hours reading magazines, uninterrupted back-to-back Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, George Peppard ( young and bare-chested) and local ghost stories. I'm not sure if that's what left me feeling so refreshed and invigorated or the real cause of excutive stress is simply having to blow dry one's hair on a daily basis.


Blogger Joyce said...

awwww... sounds heavenly.
You deserved some chic time.

9:54 pm  
Blogger Menchie said...

It's been a while since I've had bonding time with my girlfriends. I miss it. Sounds like you guys had so much fun despite the lack of hot water.

12:58 am  
Blogger andrea said...

The only thing that would make it better is to have Colin Firth and/or Hugh Grant with you IN the bathtub with endless hot water, bubbles and champagne... *slap*

Fabulous photo -- the lighting is *so* winter sheep in a pasture. Did you take it?

3:02 am  
Blogger kj said...

it's the hair dryer, cherrypie. and pantyhose. those two things alone cause more stress than meets the hair and thighs.

i am SOOOO glad you had a super time! but, cp, i'm still missing you...


6:04 am  
Blogger Pete said...

6 women under a duvet?

and you never invited me!!

7:14 am  
Blogger Mise said...

You beat me to it, Pete! :D

10:03 am  
Blogger Artist once known as Dave said...

Told you not to get into hot water.

3:09 pm  
Blogger Within Without said...

Must have been one big bed and duvet...glad you had a good time.

But Hugh Grant?

4:13 pm  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Andrea - you are right about how things could have been improved. I did take the photo. I was covetting the sheeps' bath tub at the time and trying to persude the rest of the girls to help me carry it back to the fireside.

KJ - I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. I seem to be flying all over the place at the moment. I shall be over for some Quality Time very soon

Pete - I thought you'd have been more interested in the birds OUTSIDE!

AFKAD - uncanny!

WW - it was a very large sofa and we all snuggled up very closely

6:43 pm  
Blogger kj said...

cp, i am going to ask ces to cook dinner when you come to the red barn. i will provide appropriate entertainment for all of us. ok?

2:14 am  
Blogger Melora said...

Looks like a beautiful place for walks! A couple days of hanging out with girlfriends sounds like such fun, though bathing is nice too.

3:35 pm  
Blogger Homo Escapeons said...

What plumber in his right mind would pass up on a menage a sept!?
That boiler is probably only capable of filling one hot bath a day...it never stood a chance.

Awesome hen party, pray tell, were many world issues resolved and have you secured a suitable domicile for Posh & Becks in LA?

5:11 pm  

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