my exciting day out.

solved the mystery of three weeks of lost tire pressure today...AND i saw a ryanair plane land as i drove around the bournemouth airport enroute to the garage. i like planes. and airports. and runways.

the young garage guy asked where in america i was from...and i politely told him, i'm from canada...toronto actually. i quickly forgave him because he was cute, and nice. they took off the passenger side tire and threw on some water and found the culprit.

i asked if i could keep the nail. i thought it might give me streetcred, like when a person gets shot and the doctor removes the bullet and then the person asks to keep the bullet and maybe makes it into a necklace or a key ring. it's a bit of stretch.

bye airport.

with the threat of a flat tire firmly behind me i wanted to go exploring. so, i punched burley in the gps and i was off...with nana's scarf wrapped around my neck.

i was tootin' along, when bam! horse number one.

burley.

it's a happening place.

stopped for a late lunch at the old farmhouse tea room.

ordered the garlic baguette with ham, mushrooms and stilton. it was more mushroom than stilton. wished it the other way around. i love me some stilton...thanks to the bearpops' infamous pear, walnut and stilton salad.

educated myself on the new forest pony.

got full at this point. this is what happens when you don't eat carbs for 5 days. your stomach shrinks. oh well. ate some rabbit food and then took one for the team and managed to put it all...away.

walked back to town. here's horse number two. he was waiting for the mrs to come out with a postcard to mail to great aunt sally and a magnet for jimmy and johnny, who were waiting back at the ranch.

ahh, so that's how thatched roofs are made. see, this blog is educational...and entertaining. it's a good thing i'm here to help you.

oh, look. here comes jimmy and johnny.

jimmy got a little too close for comfort as he sniffed my foot when he walked by. i was sitting on a park bench. whoa.

this must be little sister suzie. she obviously couldn't walk as fast as her older brothers. horse number four five. lost count for a second there.

post-horse experience. look at me, trying to remain calm, while processing everything that's just happened...in the last five minutes.

and remember kids...

tell that to jimmy or johnny.