hogglestock

Still getting used to the fact that we had the place to ourselves, we decided to stay in for dinner. And not having a ton of energy after not getting much sleep on our overnight flight, we decided a simple meal was in order. We relished our bread and cheese dinner with some hummus and olives thrown in, followed by fresh strawberries with vanilla custard.

They had a very nice digital radio in the kitchen/dining room which meant we could double down on the English-ness of the moment with the BBC. I’m not sure what I expected, but I was a little disappointed in what was available. Instead of classical music on Radio 3 they were playing a dramatization of something. But this was no Day of the Triffids or Cranford, it was some modern thing with lots of s***s and f***s. And Radio 4 didn’t provide something homey like Barbara Pym on Desert Island Discs or the shipping forecast, it was some news programming with too many American accents. It wasn’t always like this during our stay, but that first night it was kind of disappointing that the radio was in 2019 not 1949.

We did manage to stay up until about 10 pm. And then, what I like to call, the sleep of the ages. That feeling of total, beautiful, exhaustion after having been up for over 24 hours. It feels so good. And to be able to sleep with the windows open, cool air flowing in, snuggled under a cozy duvet. Bliss.