Away to Weymouth
We have spent a few weekends away from the boat recently, which is my excuse for a lack of updates on here.
You know how it is, you patronise a business and give them your contact details, and before you know it they’re deluging you with mailshots. Well, the Martyn Leisure Group are not like that but they do send occasional offers and 3 nights half board for two at their Russell Hotel on Weymouth Esplanade at £138 was too good to pass up so we booked to celebrate my birthday. OK, it’s only 2 Star, but provides decent food and a comfortable bed, the luxury of a full length bath to wallow in (just a shower on Wrens-Nest) not to mention the half price bar on Saturday night! Not that I over-indulged not least because they only have fizzy beer on tap so I resorted to Mann’s brown ale which I haven’t tasted for years.
Manns Brown Ale has been brewed in Britain since 1902, originally by Thomas Wells Thorpe who was the head brewer of Manns in London. He envisaged the opportunity to move away from IPA and brown stout and create a new beer, claimed to be “the sweetest beer in London”. Brewed to the original Manns recipe, this 2.8% ABV ale is now brewed by Thomas Hardy at Burtonwood, it remains the most widely distributed brand of the original style of sweet, low gravity brown ale.
On Saturday, we took the opportunity to catch up with my brother, Jim, who lives nearby in Dorchester and he took us out for a cream tea at The Lobster Pot at Portland Bill and a drive around the locality including Holwell where our mum was born.
The weather was glorious for February and Sunday was spent with more exploring of the local area including visits to a couple of car boot sales and a drive along the coast to Bridport, meeting this fellow on the way at Portesham. The scenery along that coast is really spectacular and there are thoughtfully placed laybys where one can stop and drink in the view.
Monday came all too soon and fortified with a cooked breakfast we set off home, again taking the pretty route to Bridport, before striking off towards Salisbury (where I went to school) taking lunch just a few miles further, at The Silver Plough at Pitton where we’d not been since we were ‘courting’! We had got as far as Wantage when Joy realised that her handbag was missing so it was back to Pitton to retrieve it making our return somewhat later than intended. Catty was pleased to see us when we got back having been looked after by friends for the weekend and so the next morning it was back to work on my current project, more of which next time.