Looking for the right Aisle.

We were going to head off to Anthony, a National Trust property just over the border in Cornwall.
"Not another National Trust property!" declared the KHT.
She did have a point. It would have been the third one in three days - a veritable hat-trick of historical heritage.

Buckland Abbey on Tuesday was egg-citing.
The magnificent multi-mirrored cosmic egg on display in the Tithe Barn was a sight to behold.
No, the KHT has not shrunk, nor is it a trick photograph - it really is five metres tall!
Do go and see it if you get the opportunity.

However, one thing was bugging me - just how big was the bird that laid that particular egg?
No-one seemed very keen to commit to an answer on that one!






The KHT also had great fun following a trail around part of the grounds.
We were concerned that we might not discover all the eggs, especially as the first one we found was number five, but they were surprisingly easy to locate, even if the number order was a tad random!
I thought this one might have been Humpty Dumpty, but apparently, it was something far more sensible.
Though I have a sneaking suspicion that the eggs were larger than they would be in real life.








Wednesday was Castle Drogo - a trip that took us to new and vertigo-inducing heights.

Wrong Isle ;)

Thursday ended up being a chill at the beach day.

The forecast wasn't fantastic, but somehow the sunshine found us, and it was all very pleasant. We left as the clouds started to gather, but hopefully not in an ominous Graham Kendrick sort of way.

On the way back we popped into Tesco in search of something suitable for tea.  DH is waiting to find out if he is officially gluten intolerant, as opposed to just irritating wife intolerant. Unfortunately, he also seems to be reacting to pepper - which rules out absolutely anything in the ready meal department. We do not normally eat ready meals, except when we are away...

To speed up our shopping expedition, we kept splitting up to track down items we needed and then losing each other, which defeated the objective, but we weren't going to let that deter us.
It highlighted the fact that we do not normally shop at Tesco,  and the layout of the store is different to our local one.
Having lost DH for the second or possibly third time, I sought the help of a member of the staff in the chilled section.
"Excuse me, I wonder if you could tell me which aisle the 'Free From' food is located?"
She was very helpful and wanted to make sure that I found what I required.
"What in particular are looking for?" she enquired.
" My husband!" I replied.
I could tell from the expression on her face that this was not the answer she had been anticipating. Now her curiosity was piqued. Would my husband really be browsing the stock in this aisle, or would the 'Free From' section be husband free?
"I will take you there., " she announced, and sailed forth down the store, with the KHT and myself trailing behind.
She paused, at the end of the aisle, and turned and faced me
"Is that him?" she enquired triumphantly, spotting a man in an M & S T-shirt perusing the 'Free From' range.
"Oh yes," I replied with a smile.
She gave a satisfied nod and left us to our browsing.
Another customer query successfully resolved.