The Castle Inn, Edgehill
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Long-in-the-tooth readers of VSX may recall that it has been 371 days as I write since myself and my betrothed first resided at the Castle Inn, Edgehill for a weekend of fine ales, hearty food, and long walks cutting swathes across wooded hillsides. Newcomers, passing surfers or VSX veterans whose memory-related neural circuits have became rather overrun by rampant astroglial cells may wish to read last year's informative and fascinating account of our stay HERE.
Knowing that we'd likely feel like a break from our wedding arrangements we rebooked our room at the top - once again we stayed in the Rupert Suite, the room at the crest of the Round Tower that commandeers the finest of views. I know that you wouldn't appreciate all the "lovey-dovey" stuff about what a nice time we had - you can get such romantic / dodgy guff elsewhere thank you very much - so instead let me tell you that we walked for five and a half hours, we saw what might have been an escaped puma and two wild deer, we were nearly attacked by a pack of dogs (two big brutes being goaded on by a rabble of little shrimps) and bombarded by model airplane enthusiasts (the area is within an area where airline flightpaths are forbidden, so plenty of gliders and RC planes, but a refreshing lack of aircraft noise).
It's always heartening to take a nice polluting drive into the countryside to see what's on your doorstep but you're just too shortsighted to see it. When I win the lottery we'll probably stay in a different B&B every night. Until the police catch up with us (I don't buy lottery tickets).
And now, for your delectation there now follows a selection of photographic images sifted across the sands of time from last year (click to zoomify):
And for the boring people out there who, like me, enjoy comparing the minute differences that each year brings, herewith follows some photos taken this weekend:
She even originally posted the bloody thing twice (I deleted the duplication).
And all this is distracting from my little deer. Yes, the deer. See him in the bottom right photograph - go on, click on it. Ah, what a sweetie. He shot over that fence like he had a firework tied to his ickle fluffy tail when he saw us coming...