April pulled a corker out of the bag. She found a treehouse near a small town called Ticehurst in East Sussex. Yes, you read that right, a treehouse.
It’s a wonderful apartment complete with kitchen, bathroom, wood burner and comfort in every centimetre. We had a number of visitors outside the treehouse: blue tits, robins and this guy (we had to look him up) answers on a postcard please (or in a comment if you like)
Friday 8th
We arrived at about three pm on the Friday and carried our stuff using a wheel barrow and a trolley (which Jez was wholly unskilled at.).
Once in we decided to have a nice quiet evening, it was soon dark and with a chill in the air the wood-burner was lit.
Toasty. We both had a great night sleep and woke fresh in the morning.
Saturday 9th
After a tip off the previous day we got our bikes out of the van and thought it’d be a great idea to go check out a farmers market / Christmas extravaganza in the local town.
One thing they omitted in their tip off is just how hilly it is around here. So both of us were now remarkably sweaty in a garden centre. April did buy a quality hat. Please someone explain socks hanging from the ceiling they almost looked like Christmas decorations but were just plain brown socks.
Cups of tea and cake and bacon sandwiches were high on the agenda and we decided to try and tackle the ride home. Figuring as we had quite a bit of freewheeling on the way there it would be onerous on the way back.
Half way back there was a pub. So we bought a deck of cards and had a drink each.
Made it back to the treehouse with a feeling that it was a significantly easier cycle on the way back? There were some black deer in a field so Jez stopped in the middle of the road to get a photo.
Once we returned April lit the fire pit. We sat outside in the cool November air warmed by the fire and toasted marshmallows and made s’mores.
Settled in for the night after showers and a lovely meal we watched dirge on the telly and went to sleep.
Sunday 10th
Short walk to a local cafe for lunch. Just a little 4 mile jaunt round a local reservoir. Through stunning tree arches red and orange from the time of year. The water was so tranquil and calm. It was, however, a long way. Both of us were approaching hangry at the end.
We sat and had a small lunch and both contemplated the journey back. We were very worried that we might not make it back before dark.
According to my phone it was a 15.8 Km round trip. We arrived back shortly after the sun had set (but it was still light – just)
April has again knocked it so far out of the park there is no ball to retrieve.
Log burner is lit, showers had, feet up, yawning.
