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Away from away

So we had a last minute urge to comply with our long dated plan to take one last weekend out as a two rather than three, or as a two not leaving three behind. We found a nice little spot in Suffolk, not to far and not too close (hopefully close enough) with not much to do other than read, nap and watch movies. Even the guest internet is not working, mobiles barely have reception and I must say walking in the rain is overrated if you are carrying a 5kg plus football around your waist. We will try to go for a walk, after all the sun is out, but this weekend we don't want to do anything because we should, we just want to do because we would.
With or without number three it is always hard for us to just do as we please. It is just not our kind. So today that is what we will do - as an example, there is a wedding party starting in the bar and we will still be sitting here by the fire place. Fine, we moved out of the main area, mostly because we did not want to show in the pictures. But we are not leaving :)
Curiosity: the manager is a descendant of the marquesa de cadaval and speaks portuguese (from Portugal, not from Brazil)


- from my iPad

Location:Tuddenham Mill

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Anonymous said…
Once a month is simply not frequent enough for these blogs :-))

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