After 87 hours of driving, 2 miles from Rye we were diverted 20 minutes away due to an accident (the local policeman insisted on explaining the directions to every single driver, even though he could see we had a satnav; as if them there new fangled computerywhazits cannot be trusted). Grilled vege and a glass of wine in the bar, asleep before 10pm, did not shit the bed (SWEET!).
Breakfast in bed so we didn’t miss the saddest most unjust decision in the history of Rugby. A wander around the village in the stunning Autumn sunshine, climbed the bell tower, a long walk along Cambersands, pub lunch, back to the Hotel for the rest of the papers with a cream tea. Wild Boar for supper at the Mermaid - a haunted smugglers inn, followed by very juvenile sniggering while reading the visitors book in the lounge (and watching the bearded Englishman on the other sofa declare undying love for his slightly bewildered, possibly Dutch, girlfriend).
Sunday morning the All Blacks made it through to the World Cup Final! And thanks to the magic of twitter it was like being on Megan’s sofa having her explain all the technical bits while we ogle the magnificence that is Sonny Bill Williams.
*dramatic satisfied sigh*
Oh, darling. Right, next RWC. You + me + either a stadium, a bar, or a couch. Let’s make this happen.
I am going to be out of NZ for the final. I am preparing myself for massive homesickness.
My voice is almost non-existent now, thanks to the eternally optimistic hope that “If I cheer loud enough, maybe the Wallabies will stop embarrassing themselves…” Bloody good game from the All Blacks. It’ll be a sweet day if (when) they win the cup.
Wish I’d watched it with you guys.
x
Happy birthday, missus! I would have left this on the relevant posting (i.e., the next one) but it’s coming up as a blank page!