The Pig

I am planning a leisurely day making about one square foot of mortar repairs to an ordinary terraced house at the Northern end of the town.

About half of the 3/4 mile walk to get there is up a very steep hill and the last 40 feet is up a very steep ladder. Then I can relax.

I can relax for a further two days as I prepare the workshop for the making of the Portland stone fire-surround and then begin. She has been waiting for almost 9 years for it, so I have been a little too relaxed about it in the past.

In the last two days of this week I will be driving to Wells, Somerset, to do another little relaxing job. It is 30 miles to Wells from here, so I will have to leave fairly early (for me) to get a full day in, but it is a nice drive.

My good German friend and his new girlfriend chose a holiday in England by sticking a pin in a travel guide. The pin hit Salisbury. As any Russian assassin will tell you, Salisbury Cathedral has the highest church spire in Europe at 403 feet. 

In October, H.I. and I will be spending one night at The Pig at Studland Bay. This was a combined birthday present from our nearest and dearest. We have eaten there a couple of times but not stayed.

We have our own little cottage in the grounds which overlooks the purpose built bunker where the Allied Command oversaw the practice for a sea battle. They used live ammunition for this naval manoeuvre. Many lives were needlessly and inexplicably lost.

Churchill stayed at the house which became The Pig, and  - in his honour - you are allowed to sit by the large log fire and smoke cigars at the end of your meal. I might just do that.