String of Horses
R and I went off for a little holiday to celebrate (!) my 60th birthday today – leaving J holding the fort and the cats (not literally).
We went to an old coaching inn where my Mum took me for my first ever grown up meal in a restaurant on my 10th birthday – the “String of Horses” in Faugh near Carlisle. I wore a red dress she had made me and I had prawn cocktail, steak and chips and black forest gateau.
So fifty years on R and I went again today. As far as I remember it has not changed much – still a really old fashioned coaching inn with oak benches and open fires
Before dinner we went for a walk. There were some strange objects moving on the “road” ahead – actually little more than a track. R correctly identified them as some very free range chickens. There was a gorgeous sunset on the way back.
There was no prawn cocktail or black forest gateau available on the menu though, so I had pigs in blankets and sticky toffee pudding. We also had a four poster bed!
