Much of the weekend was spent celebrating someone's birthday*. After breakfast in the garden on Saturday, there was a drive to Barnard Castle in neighbouring Durham and a late lunch at a venue I'd read about recently. My choice of warm falafel salad with flat bread from the wood fired pizza oven and homemade hummus didn't disappoint. It didn't all get eaten, either, as portions were massive. On the way back we cooled off with iced coffee in the little market town up the road from here which meant another chance to mooch round the charity shops. More books were purchased, including a couple of titles from my wishlist and the Hairspray Easy Piano Songbook (which the others here were surprisingly much less enthusiastic about). Dinner that night at our favourite vegetarian restaurant was livened up when the young lad taking our order spilt the tray of drinks over us; well, not so much over me but the other three were giving off steam as they dried out. The pudding course was skipped as a chocolate and salted caramel birthday cake (made using this recipe as a guide) was sitting in the kitchen at home. Actually, the fridge might have been more appropriate as the cake was sitting in the caramel when it came to cutting but it quickly disappeared so probably tasted better than it looked. On Sunday we managed to fit in a long walk (much needed after all those extra calories) very locally before the Girlie returned to Manchester. I've mentioned here many times about how lucky we are to live 'twixt town and country, about how we're so close to farms, fields, public footpaths and Dave the donkey. The weather changed rather dramatically, we got lost (my sense of direction is appalling) and ended up getting thoroughy drenched (again) though I have to admit I do enjoy walking in a summer downpour.
*So, I blinked and my Boy (a Golden Boy, apparently) turned 25. A quarter of a century. Seems you really can't stop the beat.