“So we’re going to Olney then, right?”
“So, the plan is get into town early and get the giant horseless carriage to Olney”
“yep, that’s right”
“Well alright then”
‘cept we didn’t, we ended up in Willington, a village on the completely opposite side of Bedford to Olney.
Well ‘cos gettin’ to Olney proved to be a right pain (I wonder if the village elders of Olney had something to do with it. Who would want us to visit?).
I think there may have been some dark magics involved, cos somehow even tho I had left plenty of time to get to our meetin’ point, I seemed to lost some time somewhere (down the back of the sofa is usually where thin’s end up..I might have look later). Of course this just gave the old one somethin’ to moan about.
So before we head to Olney, er no Willington, I pop into a shop to get some provisions (the old one all smug cos he’s already got his). On leavin’ the shop I notice somethin’ wrong, I’ve only got half a chocolate bar! I quickly go back and get ready to complain that I’ve been ripped off, but the lady was so nice about it, it kinda put a stop to it. (I would say she reminded me of my mother, but that’s a bit cruel).
So chocolate crisis over we head on to our destination…
So Willington it was, and it actually turned out to be quite good.
First thing we do is head towards some lane (the old one havin’ been here before, knew where he was goin’ for once). As we approach it the old one starts sniggering and I’m wanderin’ why when I spot the name of the lane.
So we head up Balls Lane and end up at the church, quite pretty as it goes. Spend a little while takin’ pics and generally arsing around (like we do) before movin’ on a little further to a couple of buildin’s one was a Dovecote, the other I’m not sure but they were both very interestin’
While we’re standin’ around (I was anyway) takin’ pics, some bloke with a couple of women followin’, shows up and tells us that he’s about to open up the buildin’ if we want to go inside and take some pics.
Never ones to ignore oppotunities (unless it involves effort, don’t really do effort…it’s too much like hard work), we head inside and right away we’re surprised by how amazin’ it was.
It wasn’t long before we were takin’ pics from every possible angle and sayin’ thin’s like “ooh look at that” and “Coo, isn’t this amazin'”.
In otherwords we turned into…Tourists!
Havin’ finished in the mystery buildin’, we moved onto the Dovecote. Whilst in there, we got told all about how it works and what not (could go into it here but then I’ll spoil your fun findin’ out for yourself!).
The Church was next, this time inside.
Time to move on, and so we settle down to eat some sarnies we had bought earlier only to discover that they weren’t very nice…at all. So the old one suggest we visit the local waterin’ hole for lunch and maybe some nice moonshine. How could I refuse?
Glad we did, cos the lunch was very nice and the moonshine was up there with the best.
Havin’ killed some time in the waterin’ hole we moved on with the little time we had left, we wandered around the village a little stoppin’ by a giant inside garden shop (didn’t buy anythin mind) before gettin’ back on the giant horseless carriage back to Bedford.