the only problem with taking the great atlantic road
so leisurely and enjoying every twist and turn was that the mister ended
up driving in pitch darkness to the abbey we were spending the night
at. it did not help that the area was so remote the GPS could only take
us to the general vicinity (it was on a big island) but not the exact
location. and a big, remote island is no fun to navigate in the
darkness. but we found it eventually (phew!) and were given the entire
house when the mister had just booked a double room. had a mini freak
out when i learnt our bedroom door did not lock (the main door did) and
again the mister rolled his eyes at my paranoia. guess i'm less trusting
than the islanders and it was fine in the morning for no one had
harvested our kidneys in the middle of the night.
the
farmer / home brewer / coffee shop owner was a real sweetie. despite our
unfriendly arrival time (11pm) he was up waiting, and made us a hearty
supper. for breakfast, he comp-ed the aronia juice (his new product!)
and was nothing but smiley and helpful. aw. and the perks of staying in
an abbey garden that also makes its own beer is that we'd lots of it
after breakfast, a safe time before setting off.
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