Annual Outing - Part I

Goodness, when the Bet Sewing Mafia do their annual outing, they don’t cut corners or do anything by halves.  It’s such good value for money that this account has to be cut in two or it’ll be an epic saga in it’s own right. 

Part I

It was a cold and gray day in mid May. My loins were girded, my faithful enchanted travel bag (Cath Kidson carrier) held firmly in one hand, emptied of all but cash and a few useful items, axe, dragon eggs and so on.  And so I waited at 8 of the clock at the gate of entry to the forest.  The intrepid E, he of the uber-Swedeness, was driving our plucky, yet strangely comfortable for a saga, carriage which in the dim light was seen to be packed with sewing heroines from all necks of the local woods.  Naught but the dauntless leaders knew where we were going (and E of course), so the excitement and ferment were fermenting.

Dauntless we rallied forth to the first adventure, which was a dairy outside Fälkoping.  Twas the stuff trendy London dreams were made of, peradventure the weather was pants.  The rain slew near, the wind howled about the heads of the Valkyries as they gathered sedately under the apple trees.  There was no gainsaying the cheese sampling and and our souls were purchased as we recklessly streamed to the shop and were enchanted into having seconds. 

Forthwith, the gallant E braved the highways and byways, strewn with wild cherries, cowslips and ostrich homesteads. (yeah, ostrichs! And!!) and henceforth the bold Valkyries entered the Alphem Aboretum. After slaying the dragons at the entrance, we had coffee and cake as our just reward.  Mead, though the stuff of legends, is filled with devilish poison and saps the strength of the brave, so is not to be borne by the true warrior. (they’re like teetotal, whatever, dude).  And so, after gazing with raptness at the beauty created from the blasted heath (and the like, totally cute small house thing), we pondered the lesson that although you can teach yourself to read and drag yourself up from a backwoods small holding to be one of the world’s experts in tree growing, you too will die. That and when on an adventure, t’is best to have warm and sturdy foot coverings.

And so the noon sun rolled out and twas with upfilled hearts that the valiant band wended its way towards the midday meal and our next battle...... to be continued...