Four wood mice have been re-located to a strip of woodland half a mile away. I’m sure they’ll be much happier there. So far there have been two adults and two young mice. They are not house mice and we don’t want them in our larder, thank you.
It wouldn’t be quite so bad if they cleaned up after themselves.
I wonder how many more will need re-locating before we get rid of them? There is at least one. I know that because we caught another one on Thursday night – a lighter medium-sized one. But when we came to empty the trap in the same woodland place the trap was empty. I suspect it had flipped the door open somehow whilst still in the kitchen waiting for its little car ride. Clever little bugger. I wonder if she’s clever enough not to get caught again? Perhaps her parents had taught her about traps…
And when will I find the access point? Perhaps I should put a pool of paint in the cupboard and look for the little footprints outside…
Not that looking for paint outside would be much use in this weather it would wash away in no time. We only had a minor upheaval when the storm passed through the other day but on Saturday night we had even worse winds and rain. On Sunday we had a tremendous hailstorm. And now it’s just back to rain and wind … Oh well, we had a good summer so we can’t complain. Actually we can. That’s the great thing about the weather, we can moan about it whatever it does.
Coffee, and more about Mice
After doing the weekly shop on Friday Partner-who-loves-tea and I called into Linghams (now Linghams bookshop but a ‘Toast’ café) for a coffee and a crossword. Toast is serious about coffee; serving award-winning Ipanema - a Brazilian medium roasted100% Arabica bean. They are also serious about providing abnormal and uncomfortable seating. Or perhaps it’s my rear end that is abnormal.
On the way back to the car we went into a charity shop and this caught my eye – I couldn’t resist buying it.
A Brief Holiday – Day 2; Part 2
On the Wednesday afternoon (16th October 2013) we went from Bath to Glastonbury in Somerset where we were staying the night. On the way we stopped for a coffee in Wells.
Jo reckons this guy hasn’t heard about the Government’s campaign against obesity.
The streets of Wells have these gullies with running water. A great idea for getting rid of the surplus water but also a good idea for tripping unsuspecting tourists…
I’m not sure what breed this chap is but I love him.
One of the gateways into Wells Cathedral grounds.
And another gateway.
This National Trust shop has a spectacular display of flowers.
A George VI wall letter box. I think the oblong to the right was once the site of a stamp machine.
And so on to Glastonbury where we were stopping the night. This is the Tor, seen from the car as we approached the town.
This Chinese take-away is the subject of a long story.
We asked in the hotel what eating facilities there were around. The ones described didn’t sound that attractive. So then we asked about takeaways. We were told there were plenty in the town centre which was only a ten minute walk away. So off we set, licking our lips, with a view to getting a Chinese to eat in our room.
There was a time when we might have managed the distance in fifteen minutes (assuming we had jogged at cross country running pace). It was downhill for the first half mile, uphill for the next mile and there may have been a flat bit around somewhere. After a hard day enjoying ourselves this was totally knackering. The prospect of the last bit of uphill on the return journey had us totally breathless. We studied the menu, ordered the food and then ordered a taxi!! The taxi fare was the best spent £4.00 of the holiday. We were thoroughly consoled by the food which was excellent. Even thinking about it makes me hungry again…
Tomorrow we will explore Glastonbury, again… This time getting to the town centre in the car.