Bert and I are finally back home. We’ve been away for 10 days all told. A lot longer than I expected. The journey back was long, but then we did do a couple of detours…

First up, we went to Martock. Don’t worry, I’d never heard of it either. It has a special connection for me though. It’s where my Grandfather (or Grampy) was born. I never met him as he died a few months before I was born. Bert is named after him. I don’t know exactly where he was born, so I had a little drive round and stopped at the church. Unfortunately it was closed so I couldn’t ask anyone.

It’s a very pretty place indeed. Lovely to check out my Somerset roots. Grampy was born in 1897. By 1901, he was in Glastonbury. Which was my next stop too…

I’d not been there before, so thought I’d detour again and check it out. It’s rather quaint. We headed up Glastonbury Tor too. There are some advantages to a puppy that still pulls on the lead. Going up was a breeze! So was the top, a very fresh one at that!

Coming down was more of a challenge. Bert just wanted to fly down the steps. I wasn’t so keen on getting a flying lesson!

Heading home, we drove past Stonehenge too. Bert’s ticking off ancient monuments as well. Does it count if you’re asleep?! Bless him, he slept most of the way home. Holidays are clearly very tiring when you’re a Baby Sprocker. One things for sure, I’m looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.

Bert ticked another box today. He went to the beach for the first time. And what a beach! The Jurassic Coast is stunning.

I kept Bert on the long line as I wasn’t sure what he was going to be like. He wasn’t keen on the sea, but he enjoyed the sand.

It’s our last night in Somerset. I’ve had a wonderfully relaxing time. Part of me wishes I could stay here forever. Part of me is looking forward to getting home again. I’ve been away longer than I expected. I’m looking forward to seeing Buddy and the kittens.

As I was driving to Somerset on Monday, I drove past a sign for Monkey World. Today, I headed back there for a visit. I haven’t been there since my 40th birthday, so just a few years then…

It was something my Mum and I shared. We would watch the TV series together and we’d both been several times – though never together. For many years, I bought a monkey adoption as her birthday present too.

I spent a couple of hours wandering round chatting with the primates. I even got to see their newest arrival, a four month old Orangutang. She was having a play in the crèche with two other babies. The park is a nursery for babies who can’t be raise by their mother.

There area few tame deer in the park too. I walked past 3 girls feeding one. They were all saying how they’d never been so close to one before. Then one of the girls said it was healing her soul. I had to smile as animals definitely do that. I know mine do.

I sat in the hot tub tonight listening to the sheep and lambs bleating. The night was so still. Well apart from the Baby Sprocker running around the hot tub with his toy. He does make me laugh.

I think it’s safe to say that our mini-break is working. I got the best night’s sleep for a long time. I can feel my shoulders relaxing and my stress melting away. Peckmoor Farm is the perfect antidote to a very challenging few weeks.

Bert and I went for a long walk this morning. There’s a secure field where he has zoomies. It’s lambing time, so the fields are full of frolicking lambs. Thankfully the only frolicking Bert did was in the secure area round the lodge I’m staying in. He’s having a fun time too.

I met the owners of this wonderful place at the first Conference I did. Every year they come and say hello. And check if I’ve eaten or not. Usually the answer is not to that one.

So when I saw them last November and they asked when I was coming to see them, I said March. And here I am. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

After our walk, I sat on the deck with my coffee listening to the sheep, birds and cows and feeling the sun on my face. They have horses and donkeys too. I haven’t met all of the animals yet.

Not sure where today has gone really. Let’s just say, it’s been very chilled indeed. It’s very true what they say that almost everything will work again if you unplug it, including you.

I’ve definitely unplugged…

Bert and I headed to Somerset today for a well-earned mini break. It’s been a stressful few weeks, so perfect timing really. On our way, we made a very special stop so that I could meet up with a very special person.

Jo and I met in 2021 while doing an online course. We connected over the content initially. That turned into supporting each other through the ups and downs of life. We message each other most days. We’ve become really good friends. Today we actually met for the first time. It was surreal and wonderful.

We were both a bit giddy to start off with. We’ve been talking about meeting up for years. But living so far from each other we weren’t sure how it would happen. There seemed to be a divine plan in place that made it happen.

We talked non-stop. It’s so funny how we’ve been part of each other’s lives for so long, without being in each others lives if that makes sense. The wonders of the online world huh?!

It’s amazing how you meet people really when you think about it…

Bert has been doing his best Florence Nightingale impression since we arrived. He’s been checking on Grandad regularly.

He’s also been wanting Grandad to throw his ball over and over again.

I think he likes coming to Grandad’s. Like me, he’s got his steps in going up and down. He even discovered that his ball could go through the stairs for more fun.

He rolled two balls under the dresser in the dining room. They were rescued. Eventually.

My Dad is on the mend. Thankfully. As Bert and I head off on our next adventure tomorrow. The Baby Sprocker is fast becoming well travelled.

Two rather cool things happened on our walk today. First up, we bumped into a lady and her pug Stella in the woods. OK that sounds a bit dodgy. It wasn’t. Anyway, we got chatting as Bert and Stella played. She asked if I lived nearby, so I explained that I grew up in Haywards Heath, but now live in Norfolk.

She told me that her Aunt lives in Norfolk and she spent every Summer there as a child. She said that that morning, she’d been thinking that a move to Norfolk could be on the cards. Her Aunt would love her to move there. Then she met me! She felt it was a sign. I mean, I’ve been called worse.

Then on our way back, I spotted this sign. Somewhere in the back if my mind I remember being told about this. But rather cool to see a sign in honour of it.

I spotted this sign when I took Bert out for a walk. It’s a new one on me! Not the sign as much, but in the 30 year plus that I lived in Haywards Heath, I can’t say I’ve seen that many amphibians crossing the road.

I’m guessing it’s a new thing. I mean, I haven’t lived there for over 20 years. A lot can change in that time.

The sign is near the College, so made me wonder if there was a connection. I’ve seen a lot of students crossing the road.

Rather than frogs and toads, it was cats and dogs today. Yes, I’m referring to the rain. Honestly, enough now. My Dad’s garden is a clay-based quagmire. I’ve had to put towels down to they and keep the muddy paw prints to a minimum. Bert is getting rather good at having his paws wiped too.

The kitchen floor still looks like a CSI scene. Good job I am well-versed with a mop and bucket.

My Mum used to love elephants. Or heffalumps as she called them. It’s a reference from Winnie the Pooh. She used to collect elephant figures. There are lots in my parents house still.

I know it’s not my parents house anymore. It my parent’s house, but I’ve been calling it that all my life. I still haven’t change ‘Mum & Dad’ in my phone. Some things are really hard to change.

I spotted the elephants today as I was pottering about. I’ve seen elephants in captivity, but never in the wild. I will be putting that right next January as I’ve booked another bucket list trip. I am off to South Africa on Safari. Eek!!

I wanted to go for my 40th birthday, but the World Cup was on in SA so prices were insane. 16 years later, I’m finally going…

And I’m staying in Elephant Lodge. Kinda fitting really.

When I went to see my Dad on Sunday, he was filling in his food choices for the next day. One option was cheese and onion pie. I was rather envious as I love cheese and onion pie. Let’s face it, I love any sort of pie. But I hadn’t had one for years.

So imagine my delight when I popped to the Co-op today. That was dinner sorted. And some. It was considerably bigger than I expected. Size isn’t always my forte…

Neither is buying toilet rolls it seems. Does anyone else have that one thing they always run out of? For me it’s toilet rolls. I’ve lost count of the number of times I thought I had a spare roll only to find I’m out. Just me?!

Hence my reason for being needing to go to pop to the Co-op. Why do we say that?! Why are we popping places? I pop to the shops. I pop to the yard. Another one of life’s mysteries.

Anyway, I now have toilet rolls and a full belly. The pie was lush. No comments needed on the toilet paper.