Seeing as it was May Day Bank Holiday yesterday, the weekend lasted slightly longer than its usual paltry length. So, after spending Sunday night relaxing, I concocted a picnic of chicken and sweetcorn and mayonnaise sandwich, veg crudites, cucumber and mint yoghurt dip (home-made) healthy crisps, boiled egg, tomato for Colin, parkin (home-made), malt loaf, fruit salad and pop. Colin went to the shop to buy some of these things while I made the rest (not the parkin, though; that was made earlier).

We then took this picnic to Six Mile Bottom, a place where I have wanted to go for some time, merely because of the name. I have to say, that’s the only remarkable thing about the place. There’s a pub, a church and about three houses. And an excessively large vet’s. The church was shut except for births, deaths and marriages; worse, the pub was shut because it was a Bank Holiday. We had our picnic in the church grounds, which was all very nice, even the healthy crisps. On the way back home, we stopped off at Little Wilbraham to see if their pub was open. It had been, but it was closing at half past three, which is when we arrived there.

We got home, dropped off our bikes and whatnot, saw to puss, who’d been out all this time (I said she should have been inside) (she did have a bowl of water out with her), and went to the Green Dragon for a pint. The Green Dragon doesn’t shut randomly in the afternoon, not like these pubs in the countryside. We played I Spy in the beer garden; only had one go each, because each go (WB and WIG) seemed inordinately difficult. Perhaps we were just tired.

For tea, we had cheese and bacon burger and chips. The burgers were constructed from individual items at home, but weren’t home-made. They were very tasty.