Of course, we would, and what a rare treat it proved to be as Alan showed us into the Chapel that only opens to the public once per year. Last Sunday. After we had been inside for a while and Alan had completed doing his checks of the humidity, we said that we were off to find a place to get our first cup of tea of the day. Without a blink, Alan invited us to his house which was close by and Lynn looked at me curiously. I thanked the Universe for being so promt as I smiled all the way to his home.
He had a couple of lovely hairy or was it fluffy cats ? He made tea and entertained us with many stories of travel the world over, especially the vast canyons of the American west. He was a very well read and learned man and kept us on the edge of our seats with tales about the local area as well as his love of history. It was no surprise to me that he made us so welcome but it was noted that he glowed with a happiness from within. We had to make some headway on the walk so we made our grateful farewells, and he gave us biscuits and cold drinks to take away with us. With respect to his privacy he asked not to include a picture of him on the blog which we totally understand, but it goes without saying that we praised the chance to meet Alan and meet the short haired Persian cats.
That was until we arrived at the climb to the bridge and then fought bravely as the wind harried us all the way across. It felt strong enough to blow us over the railings into the turgid waters below, but someone had thought of this in the design and put the foot way in the center of the two carriageways. A few cycles literally flew past, and Lynn made comment that they hadn't acknowledged us giving way to them. It was a bit rude of course, but then they, like us were fighting to stay on board their cycles too, and so I explained that some people are way to interested in getting somewhere, than to pay attention to the journey. Which in my observation is the wrong way round. The journey is the thing we should be concentrating on enjoying, the scenery and people, rather than the destination.
I have to say the luxury was wonderful, and one I am most grateful to Lynn for. Hot showers, warm towels and a plush lounge and restaurant, where we ate our dinner. I felt a little guilty at enjoying such decadence after having slept most nights in my tent in the wild blue yonder.