And a bit nervous, the day has arrived at last. In an hour I'm going into hospital for my op. I've had nothing to eat since teatime yesterday so I'mblogging to take my mind off things.
Tuesday Keith and I went with the U3A Walkers trip to Bridlington. There were 26 of us altogether, 19 walking round Flamborough Head and the remaining 7 rebels decided to go into Bridlington and walk to Sewerby Hall along the coast path. It was a lovely ride over the moors but naturally as soon as we stopped to drop off the long walkers heavens opened. We smuggly sat on the coach while they donned waterproof trousers and jackets and waved them off.
We thought we'd stop for lunch before going on to Sewerby and found a rather nice fish and chip shop to do that. An hour and a half later and a couple of bottles of wine under our belts we set off walking (well it was a walkers trip we felt we had to do some walking). By this time the sun had come out and we were in a silly mood. It was a lovely stroll along the front (Sewerby Hall is just about where the lamp is pointing) When we got there there was a craft fair, better still. Four of us went into the house to view it, Amy Johnston memorabilia is on show there, and the other three went round the gardens. We caught the little train to bring us back into Bridlington, waving to all the people we passed. We thoroughly enjoyed our Walkers trip out but when we picked the others up they were very quiet, it had been wet, windy and they'd inadvertently cut the walk short by four and a half miles and had to wait an hour and a half to be picked up. They slept onthe way back, we laughed all the way home.
Better go now, will blog when I feel better.