Tuesday

Well, I got here after a very decent journey, nothing like the hassle I was expecting (I'm a terrible worrier at times as you've probably noticed).  Even going over the Orwell Bridge was a doddle.  The sides were so high and solid that you really couldn't tell you were either on a bridge or so high up.  I was on it I before I realised.  So, so much better than the QE2 bridge for someone with no head for heights.

I arrived very much too early, even after stopping off at the Chequers for a late lunch which was a small bacon baguette with a salad and not one, but two carafes of coffee as I was very thirsty and needed caffeine, so, after checking that I knew exactly where the farmhouse was, I pootled off into Framlingham and was lucky enough to get a (free) parking slot where the local market is held every Tuesday.  And guess what - there, before me, sat a very interesting looking second hand book shop.  I swear it was calling out to me, honest it was.  I dunno - I load up my Kindle and then buy four books!

Olde worlde looking building

Framlingham Church

I'm really in clover here - I mean, big time.  The farmhouse is gorgeous, mine hostess is just lovely and my bedroom is so comfortable, I can hardly believe it.  I have a single room with a washbasin, a comfy bed, a sofa with four, no, five, cushions and private use of a bedroom that quite reconciles me to it not being an en-suite.  It's even got a wonky door.

Doesn't it make you want to snuggle under that lovely, puffy quilt.

View from my bedroom window.  That's Kettleburgh church.

Wonky door!!!

I've already decided I'm coming back here . . .  Diane, thank you very much indeed.

Today I am off to Framlingham Castle.  Tomorrow I may visit a local winery.  Frugality has been thrown out of the window this week.

And all's well chez mid-Essex.  What more can one ask for?

Er - no menu!!!