And then you have to imagine there is sunshine. And no rain. And that the wind, when it whips through, isn't icy.
It being February halfterm meant we had to meet up with Family Moog in crappy weather and force our children on a route march of some senic venue. So after some texting we settled on Hengistbury Head on Tuesday. Lunch timeish. Mrs Moog was going to make pancakes.
It being February halfterm meant we had to meet up with Family Moog in crappy weather and force our children on a route march of some senic venue. So after some texting we settled on Hengistbury Head on Tuesday. Lunch timeish. Mrs Moog was going to make pancakes.
'Triffic! I'll get Pr. C-W to make her chicken and sweetcorn soup.' I said.
With dread we followed BBC 5 Day weather forecast over the weekend. However stiff upper lip, best foot forward and all that and with a bazgillion changes of clothes in the boot we set off in CK's car for an adventure. CK's car was a necessity as once three pair of wellies are stashed in Maria's boot there is room for nothing else, let alone coats, towels and a basket of food such as may sustain weary travellers.
Despite a slight detour (bloody Kate, CK's satnav!) we got to Hengistbury to discover there are TWO car parks! Which one? Never mind I shall phone Missus Moog and clarify. Oh wait! What is this? My phone has NO power?? Triffic!
However Missus Moog did NOT know about the second car park and as I went back to check it out I passed the Moogsmobile, executing a quick u-turn I ended up parking CK's boring wagon next to the Moogsmobile and right in front of the grass bank where destructoBoy, Princess Curly-Wurly and my assistant were standing shivering in the rain, my beacon of blog-readiness to the world.
Fortunately by the time we actually got to the beach the weather was slightly more friendly with just low cloud, light drizzzle and delicate breeze and so the ball was flung for my assistant who ran her little terrier heart out. (Sometimes she even picked the ball up!) And the smalls ran, clambered, pitched and screeched. Much fun was had by all. Back to the cars for lunch and pancakes - Go Missus Moog, flipper extraordinaire!
Being such a generous soul Missus Moog was kind enough to share with these two scary hoodies lurking in the carpark.
It was only as said pannekoek were being scoffed that one particularly not-intelligent blogger may have said 'Hey! Today is Shrove Tuesday!!
Pancakes cooked in a carpark? Now *that's* hardcore!
ReplyDeletehey looks like you guys had a great day in spite of the weather - and pancakes, oh my word that Mrs Moog is an absolute wonder!!!
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I cannot tell you how impressed I am that Mrs Moog is able to cook and flip pancakes in the back of a car?! I thought she could only knit and sew and crochet, and cook and look after hens and children!
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Looks like great fun! I didn't know you could do pancakes from the back end of a car -- that's impressive. Hmmm, have you guys considered meeting INDOORS in February???
ReplyDeletePancakes from the boot of the car? I'm convinced you are all totally crazy but boy am I impressed!
ReplyDeleteVery impressive outdoor survival skills, there!
ReplyDeleteYou are all mad crazy people. Totally insane. Utterly bonkers.
ReplyDeleteOh how I adore eccentric people!
Nutters!!!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of pancakes in grim weather, in a car park, with woolly hats. It's dead British, like barbequeueueueing in November.
ReplyDeleteCan't believe Locket thinks we're mad - as far as I'm concerned it's perfectly normal behaviour! Glad you were impressed with my tossing :o)
ReplyDeleteIt was such a lovely day. There's nothing better than the beach in winter - especially when shared with good friends.
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i still love the beach, even in cold crappy rainy weather! i'd've helped your assistant fetch the ball, even, for a shot at those pancakes!!! ♥
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