Uncharted Territory

A dog show today, near Worcester.

Doggo opens the day with a clear in his one and only run before MD puts in not one but two clears before lunch. He picks up rosettes for 12^th and 16^th. Not quick enough but at least we’re getting clears.

With a couple of rosettes in the bag 'we' decide to go for it a bit more in the afternoon. We promptly get eliminated when he misses out a weave pole, though I blame the judge because the poles looked far from straight to me.

The next run is better and we go into 3^rd place. Eventually we get pushed down to 4^th which is a shame because the trophies that went to the first three looked rather nice. Three clears in one day though is uncharted territory.

Back home L is sitting pretty with a cup of tea and an ice pack, feeling +ve for Sheffield after running 15k. A gold star for her. I never doubted her.

In lieu of L’s birthday on Wednesday we head into town for a meal out at the fishy place known as Loch Fyne. Sadly it's a chain but we don’t get many fish restaurants here as we’re a bit far from the coast. I fainted outside last time, so I consider going in disguise tonight but instead we decide to fortify ourselves with a few beers in the Hand & Heart first. 

We thought it would be quieter and more romantic going to Loch Fyne on a Sunday or possibly dead, which it was when we did the Marrakesh restaurant on a Sunday, but nope, it’s packed and possibly understaffed. I suspect this when our waitress stands in front of us out of breath and dripping sweat on to the floor.

I’m not a great fan of fish when it turns out to fiddly e.g. shell and bones, which is the case here. Although L claims her Lobster is very slimming once de-shelled e.g. small. Everything is also rather plain and I do love a good sauce. Perhaps a place for fish purists only.

We pop for a night cap at the Peacock but are denied a second when they stop serving at 10pm despite it being a bank holiday and the pub being really busy.

(Sunday 5^th May)