Tuesday was of course Nicky’s thirtieth birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICKY!) and as it was a big one I wanted to get her something really extra special that she could treasure and keep for posterity. Something really sophisticated and classy which should bring a smile to her face. With this in mind, I insisted that we head across the moors to Dartmeet to find her a sexy little man to keep her company in her poly tunnel.
Sadly Pixie Land seems to have had a population decline since I visited as a child and there were few little folk to be found hanging around among the trees and bushes or dancing around the toadstools. Indeed, the ones who were in evidence weren’t the most handsome specimens of fairy folk, one in particular was especially eye breaking. Maybe he had scared all the others away?
Thankfully he was already taken so we didn’t have to come up with any dodgy excuses as to why we didn’t want him. Phew.
One cheeky little pixie carrying a bright orange sunflower caught our eye and after some negotiation he agreed that Nicky sounded like a very lovely lady and that he would very much like to be her fella. I do hope Nicky likes him.
With our mission successful we piled back into the Entity and headed onward to Teignmouth where Daddy wanted to show us an amazing ship salvage store. Trinity Marine was well worth the trip as browsing around the bizarre assortment of nautical items was fascinating.
Most entertaining however was eavesdropping on the assistant’s tales of sea faring treasures while watching the store’s dog play a game of fetch with himself. There was a wheelchair access slope by the back door and the dog would drop his ball at the top, letting it roll away and he’d then race down into the store and snatch it back up again. Very amusing.
We then went to find ourselves some fish and chips but were rudely turned away from one cafe by a horrid brusque lady who declared that strollers were prohibited. Wandering further down through Teignmouth we found somewhere we could all sit down and have some lunch, and we smugly thought we had scored and were so much better off there anyway. This sentiment soon faded when service proved to be slower than a very lazy snail. Mel is still waiting for her salad.
A trip to the pub with Mel and Sy then followed while Mum and Dad did a spot of grandparenting and toured around the town with the boy. Racing back to the car for meet up time Mel and I were both rather gutted that we hadn’t realised Teignmouth had so many interesting looking shops and we weren’t able to check them out because it was time to go home. Doh!
Once back at Ashridge we did a quick turn around, arranged some babysitting with Nanna and Grandad, and then Bill and I went over to the farm to deliver Nicky’s presents and give her big birthday hugs. Three cheers for Nicky! She had a buffet spread out as she had family around and I would thoroughly recommend the profiteroles that her mum and Lynsey made…delicious.