November is usually the month where I look at my remaining annual leave, laugh in a slightly manic fashion about how I'm going to manage to take it all before January and then book myself a week away for a solo week of peace and quiet. I like my own company so going away by myself is a definite treat, not the source of horror that it would be to some people.
This year my eye fell upon a very charming shepherd's hut at Morrells Wood Farm in Shropshire. Lovely and peaceful but not too far away from civilisation - just how I like it.
I went to the ballet with Char in Shrewsbury on the Saturday night and then for a jaunt to Sunnycroft on the Sunday. In a final burst of energy (I still had chronic plague at this point) I took myself to Bridgnorth for a wander round the charity shops on the Monday. I love their wonky castle!
Mostly I was incredibly lazy. The plan for the week was basically to sit round in my pj's drinking coffee, making a couple of beaded baubles, reading books and watching Gene Kelly films. Did I manage it? Yes I did! *pats self on the back*
I did venture outside occasionally:
But when somewhere is so compact, cute and downright perfect, why go any further?
That's all you need really, isn't it? I had a lovely time and would definitely go back there again. The peace and quiet does me no end of good.