So the folks came back to stay. That meant disrupted days thanks to their extraordinarily late lie ins, an inexcusable amount of dessert temptations and a copious amount of wine. But this time they had their own space to explode into – a holiday cottage in the heart of Kent. This little barn at Penn Court (the picture below shows the view from the barn of another cottage to hire next door) had been converted for a holiday home by the owners who live in the grounds of a manor house, so you can imagine, it was a step up from our campsite.
Inside the entire ceiling was exposed beams which was the cause of many a craning neck problem I am sure, captivating many a guest with their beauty. It looked as though it had been lovingly thought out during conversion and left us all with inspiration for our own homes. Now that we have lost the little house we have been waiting to move into (the owners have frustratingly decided after four months that they no longer wish to move), it is dangerous for me to think about plans for the future as I can't help but dream and get excited, so instead I have been jotting ideas down in the trusty notepad and taking photos for the scrapbook. Hopefully one day we will be able to work on our dream home. Until then, at least we are still technically a homeowner in the form of a caravan.
So with the fogies back, we took a few days off work to hang out and have a few adventures. Obviously having my charity shopping buddy back in the country meant a mini shopping spree for Mum and me, joining the boys in the pub garden afterwards. Obviously having my drinking buddy back in the country meant a few wine tasting sessions with my old mate. And obviously living with a train spotter, our holiday would not be complete without a real ale train and camping barn experience with a creepy, paranoid warden.