Mr February was particularly amusing (Day One Part Three)

Dumping our coats in our cars, we all followed indy’s suggestion to go to the Wookey Hole Inn (“It was good when I was ten…”) for lunch. We read the menu outside and gaped at the posh pub food. It didn’t serve “bangers and mash”, it served “wild boar and apple sausages with mashed potato and red wine gravy”. (or something)

We went into the pub (after having some difficulty finding the door) and opted to eat outside as it was such a gorgeous day (and we are all well aware that gorgeous days in England no matter what time of year it is should not be wasted). Indy pointed out a large table at the far corner of the pub’s back garden. It was large enough to seat all six of us, yes, but the seating was painted pink and it was surrounded by garishly painted and bejewelled statues.

So we all felt right at home there.

Soon after sitting down there, a cat joined us. It rolled around on the table and Witted at us to pet the cat as cats do. This prompted much discussion on how you sex a cat. Apparently, you have to feel the nipples. No one volunteered. The cat left later as indy threw helicopter seeds and one landed right between its eyes.

I guess as we sat down and waited for people to decide what they wanted to eat (and honestly, why do some people find it so hard? It won’t cause the end of the world to choose wrong… will it?) it was our first opportunity to get to know Blue. I recall her being one of the liveliest talkers at the table and regaling us with some amusing stories (though I didn’t take notes so can’t relate them here). In other words, she was great company. We even had an actual Hobb discussion at one point which is rare (if not impossible with me, biped and skit). As I mentioned before, there never was small talk and there certainly wasn’t any Inquisition. There was just ease as we all gathered and acted like old friends. It always happens with Hobblings and I am surprised each time.

Blue kept taking food off indy’s plate. He claimed to have taken food off hers but was obviously far more subtle about it if he did.

Obviously I had the sausages. Me and sausages aren’t as predictable as me and biscuits but you’d probably get some profit if you put money on it a few times. They were delicious though more gravy would have been divine. I had a latte afterwards in case people were thinking that I’d be having a cup of tea. Yes, I drink other drinks too.

It was a large lunch and a very enjoyable one for the company, the setting and the food itself. Alas, we had to move on. But what better way than with a small car convoy? It is only lamentable that Sky wasn’t driving the same car as skit and indy (they both had Ford Fiestas) or that they weren’t all driving minis. Still, having three small cars convoying to Glastonbury was very amusing. Skit and I took up the rear and looked at the two cars ahead in amusement especially when we espied Blue trying to do something with indy’s ears (or something).

The convoy came to a halt at the delightfully named Butt Close where we all parked. We strolled down the High Street passed shops selling grow bags, a man on the pavement selling smudge sticks and a shop called “The Psychic Duck”. There was even a Magick Shop. All the people were brightly dressed New-Age hippies. We went into one shop that had books and cards in it and some people spent an age in there leaving indy, Blue and myself bored outside (when we started playing with the Wookey Hole stickers).

Eventually we were all together again and we walked onwards. Alas, we just missed the Abbey’s opening hours but we found a wonderful little group of shops. We had to pass under an arch and into a courtyard where the buildings were vaguely Mediterranean looking (maybe). One of the shops in this area (called Venus I think) had a giant and rather phallic rose quartz carving in its window. Indy didn’t seem to know why Blue and I were giggling. I gave Blue a sympathetic look. Poor guy. Another case were sexing is done by feeling the nipples, I am guessing.

We milled around this area for some time. There was a crystal shop that had some interesting pieces in it (moldavite, I think) but I left my crystal days behind me about ten years ago and the shop was more about jewellery than rocks anyway. The other shop in this area we spent a lot of time in was the candle and incense shop mainly to laugh about the zodiac candles that revealed that biped was mentally unhinged due to her star sign. They also had some amazing types of incense/herbs such as dragon’s blood which was an amazing red colour.

Alas, it was growing late and the sun set as we went back up the High Street to Butt Close. We popped into a couple of quite normal shops on the way (though one did sell nudie farmer calendars) to do shopping for Sunday brunch and also pick up a bottle of Rhubarb Wine (as you do). As the last rays of sun left the sky, we waited for Skywolf to speak to her keeper back home as she was debating within herself whether to stay overnight or go home after the end of the Meet (obviously she was under peer pressure to stay).

Back in our convoy, we had one last stop on our itinerary: Priddy.