As Bugs Bunny would say.

"That's all folks"

Well there you have it.

Another summer over for the Ellis's. What a time we've had.

It's been great and with just a touch of sadness attached that it's also our last. Still, at least we did it......

P.S Sold red rocket to Mr Neuhold who is handily giving us a lift to the airport tonight. Yeah. Thank you Tom.

Ssssooooooo this final time it's:

Over and out from your intrepid reporters in the Cotswolds, Summer 2007.

P.P.S Tent in the background is the pig tent at Old Farm.

One more night.

Yet again more farewells.

Spent the day up near Warwick saying our goodbyes to Katie, Phillip and the young fella Zac. Always sad but no doubt will see them again soon.

Our final night in The Flat. It has served us very well these past two summers.

And so, off we go again.

Always saying goodbyes..........

Drinks in the sunshine....

Came away from Old Farm faring much better than expected. Even had enough pep in us for an evening ramble through Batsford.

The sun even managed to show it's face for the much of the day and is promising a repeat performance for most of the week. Can you believe it? Typical.

Did no more at Old Farm than you would expect. Ate and drank, and then ate and drank a bit more.

Meet Mr Phillpot, aka Roger. My Guru............

Polo Smolo.

Plans were foiled yet again today as a result of the floods. Drove all the way to Berkeley Castle for the Jousting only to find it cancelled on arrival.

We were contemplating a serious sense of humour failure on the way back through Cirencester when I spotted something that looked suspiciously like polo. Popped in to have a look and sure enough it was so we raced off for some grub. A picnic was in mind, only to return and they had finished.

We were not amused.

Lovely man on quad bike came to our rescue and suggested trying Beaufort. Off we hightailed it down the road and sure enough there wasn't just a match but a whole day of polo going on. Oh, we were happy people.

Little Red Rocket not so happy though as lots of very posh cars were around.

We did get some funny looks when we plonked ourselves down with our little Waitrose plastic bag of goodies amidst the carefully laid out blankets and hampers.

It's a very posh place Beaufort Polo Club..........

Sadly no sign of the brothers Windsor.

There is the possibility of no blog tomorrow as we are booked into Old Farm for a farewell piss up starting at lunchtime. Or if there is I can't guarantee it will make much sense. Apologies in advance.

Old Trout.

Another thing ticked off our list.

Finally managed to get to Bibury to see these little houses. Medieval cottages, looked after now by the National Trust. Very pretty but would hate the reoccurring concussion from the low ceilings.

Had we known there was a trout farm just across the road which you can fish at we would have been there a lot sooner.

Headed out tonight to the Horse and Groom for our last Friday night drinkies. So sad.

SSssssssoooooooo exciting...........

I'm blaming it on the weather. There really is no need to be that hysterically excited at finally coming across the Hook Norton Horseys......

Really.

Or maybe there is.

It all started innocently enough with the biggest event in the social calendar for Moreton this year.
Budgens supermarket reopened having been shut for several weeks. A complete refurbishment with a very strong focus on local produce. All were out in force. Including us.

Because we are very nosy.

Happy were we when we spotted Hook Norton beer on sale and even happier when the rep. for said beer announced the horseys were also around somewhere.

Well, to say our arses were a blur would not be an understatement. Not even the inclement weather held us back. Imagine our delight as we headed down the road and ran straight into them.

And they gave us a lift.............. I kid you not.

"Would you like a lift", they said. Is the Pope Catholic?
Up hopped two fully grown adults, giggling and whispering like kiddies, sat our arses down on a keg and off we headed.

SSSsssssssooooooooo exciting.

Mr Groom was positively glowing as we admired the horseys. He even gave us some of his secret stash of Old Hooky as we were leaving.......

The only decent thing to do after such a happy experience was lunch in a lovely country house hotel for a spot of rain watching.

Nowt happening.........

If I've had to resort to putting pics of myself on the blog there can't be a whole lot going on.

Currently waiting for Mr and Mrs Neuhold who are due to pop round any minute for a few lovely pints in the Horse and Groom and some din dins.

Weather continues to be miserable. Almost making us lose the will to live. Can't even get out on the local walks as they are miserably mucky. It's thrown the dog walkers off their routine a bit which is quite funny to watch. They're resorting to trailing around the edges of the town.

It has also seriously damaged our planned fun and games due to many places closed due to flood damage.