Work can sometimes be harder to cope with than others.
Yesterday, Steve asked me to come along because although it was a long day, it
was not expected to be very hard. We left our warehouse at 9.30am for the least
exciting part of the day day’s chores; this was a delivery to a warehouse close
to Heathrow airport, this was to drop off two large French wine baskets that we
had sold to the Gleneagles Hotel in Scotland to be used as fireside log baskets,
they would be taken to Scotland as part of a refurbishment project.
Once we got away from there and coped with the same heavy
traffic as always back onto the M25 and round to the A3 heading for the rolling
hills and farmland travelling toward the south west. The route took us past one
of my true favourite places in the entire country. The hair on the back of my
neck always stands on end when I see Stonehenge .
We also drove close to Glastonbury Tor. Another amazing sight in England
In to Somerset where
the next call was. Steve had been surfing the internet for nice restaurants, as
he does quite often with his keen interest in good food. Some time ago he had
found good reports of: The Kings Arms at Charlton Horethorne, but had not thus
far found any of our travels that it fitted with, not work nor races, much as
he fancied taking a lunch there. This then is the reason he asked me to join
him for this particular work trip. The place we were to pick up a load of
antiques for an American client was just 10 miles away, you could say it was on
the way but that would be stretching the truth a little; it was a five mile
detour off our route, and just ten miles before our destination. We made that
our lunch stop with the excuse that many antique shops do close for lunch so
there was no reason to go straight there and sit outside the shop and wait until
they reopened. Lunch was pub food; there was a fairly usual pub menu but it was
posh pub food, very well prepared, cooked and presented. We do, strongly
recommend the Kings Arms at Charlton Horethorne, if you, like us, you can find
a valid reason to be in that part of the world at all.
After the pleasant lunch stop we hurried on to The Factory,
an antiques warehouse at country market village of Castle Cary New
Forest is always a pleasure, I love to see the ponies wandering
around free, even though I think they can hardly be described as wild ponies;
they cross the village roads without a scrap of care, wander into tea shops and
will gatecrash any picnic. Fabulous, if slightly scruffy sometimes, but always
delightful little creatures.
The gradual build up of heavy traffic, the closer you get to
Southampton where once on the southern route
on the A27 in becomes sheer stop-start murder. The whole trip was 340 miles and that is enough
for most people. I can never understand why I still get to feel tired by the
end of a day out in a truck when all I have done is move some of the lighter
furniture and keep and eye on the SatNav or map sometimes, even in these modern
times. We weren’t that late home either; it was just before 7pm when we got
indoors.
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