As you probably guessed, Sunday's posts were all about my wedding to the lovely L on Sept 21st 2002. Our first anniversary. Hence the reason for going away.
The hotel was lovely, situated just on the edge of Brockenhurst in the middle of the New Forest. The front of it looked over what must be the most bumpy, molehill-ridden cricket pitch in the country. Impossible to play on unless you get extra points for losing the ball down a hole.
We went to Southampton on Saturday and wandered around the docks for a while before heading back to the hotel pool. We had dinner in a very good Italian restaurant in the village.
Sunday was meant to be a very lazy, relaxing day. We went to an antiques fair in the morning and walked around the village, laughing when half a dozen cows held up the traffic as they slowly went down the middle of one of the main roads. We had a cream tea in the bar in the afternoon and ate in the hotel's restaurant that evening. The food was excellent:
Velvet Cream of Asparagus Soup
Pan Roasted Lamb with Potato and Wilted Greens
Apricot and Stem Ginger Mousse
We took a bottle of champagne up to our room and later went back to the bar for a few more drinks.
We came back to London on Monday and yesterday went house-hunting, which is why I didn't post anything. I'm off work for the rest of the week, with just an expensive dial-up service from home so I won't be doing more than on or two posts a day until next week.
However, I will be posting more details about Flashblogging Month so if you want to take part, leave a comment.