So that was 2024
Dec. 28th, 2024 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnWe whizzed down briefly to Devon before Christmas to see my mother, Pp's goddaughter and her parents and distribute presents.
Pp frolicked on the edge of the sea at Wembury, and got wet feet from an unexpected wave, then we ate pigs in blankets while sitting on sheepskins in a tent. We drove back via Kit Hill, where the ashes of Pp's parents are scattered, so that was a good moment: to just drop by and remember.
I learned that Morrisons sells NO emergency pyjamas, not even just before Christmas, but Tesco has more emergency pyjamas than you can shake a stick at. I got some nice brushed-cotton ones reduced because someone had taken them out of their festive ribbon to replace the ones I'd forgotten to bring. And we had lunch at the Bedford Hotel, which thankfully is no longer one of my customers (at last!) but still does a lovely prawn cocktail by a real fire, and they welcomed Theo too.
It was a good brief trip, and coming back late in the evening worked well: we made the journey in less than 4 hours.
Christmas eve was final present-wrapping day. Fankil awoke at 4:30am on Christmas Day, and for some reason decided to burrow under my duvet and bite my bottom. I retaliated sleepily and flung him from the bed.
n Christmas day we walked Theo at Freshwater East (a very dog-rich environment that day, many bottoms were sniffed) then came home to eat guineafowl, watch the re-edited, recoloured version of Doctor Who: The War Games, and have a zoom chat with my mum, sister and T.
Thursday was a very still quiet-weather day, so we took the canoe out and wandered gently through the ferryport while it was quiet. I thought that the old arched bridge we used to use had been blocked by recent building work, but it hadn't. Loads of waders peeping mournfully as they flew and twirled in flocks. The oyster-catchers are by far the bravest (or laziest?), they only took off briefly when we went past, circled back and landed on the shore not far behind us.
Friday, we completed the Princes of the Apocalypse D&D campaign. I forgot that the avatars of the gods could be banished using the magical weapons in their nodes, but Konrad and his party managed to slay Imix the Big Flaming Bad anyway.
A weird thing about that campaign is that the setup is all about the party rescuing some people who were kidnapped, then it sort of forgets about that whole angle and goes haring off to save the world. But I don't see why a bunch of level 5 people automatically *would* decide that saving the world needed to be done by them, rather than running to get help when clearly very outclassed, unless they had another hook (like fulfilling their mission, and rescuing the wife of the one hostage they'd already found). But we made it work, with the help of some uncharacteristically helpful drow.
Then today we went to Tenby, for Pp to do a little shopping, Theo to hare about on the beach, and me to admire the views and peer at some rather nice fifteenth century stonework. And all of us had lunch at a pub called the Five Arches Tavern, named after the five arches of the Westgate of Tenby's town walls.
Pp frolicked on the edge of the sea at Wembury, and got wet feet from an unexpected wave, then we ate pigs in blankets while sitting on sheepskins in a tent. We drove back via Kit Hill, where the ashes of Pp's parents are scattered, so that was a good moment: to just drop by and remember.
I learned that Morrisons sells NO emergency pyjamas, not even just before Christmas, but Tesco has more emergency pyjamas than you can shake a stick at. I got some nice brushed-cotton ones reduced because someone had taken them out of their festive ribbon to replace the ones I'd forgotten to bring. And we had lunch at the Bedford Hotel, which thankfully is no longer one of my customers (at last!) but still does a lovely prawn cocktail by a real fire, and they welcomed Theo too.
It was a good brief trip, and coming back late in the evening worked well: we made the journey in less than 4 hours.
Christmas eve was final present-wrapping day. Fankil awoke at 4:30am on Christmas Day, and for some reason decided to burrow under my duvet and bite my bottom. I retaliated sleepily and flung him from the bed.
n Christmas day we walked Theo at Freshwater East (a very dog-rich environment that day, many bottoms were sniffed) then came home to eat guineafowl, watch the re-edited, recoloured version of Doctor Who: The War Games, and have a zoom chat with my mum, sister and T.
Thursday was a very still quiet-weather day, so we took the canoe out and wandered gently through the ferryport while it was quiet. I thought that the old arched bridge we used to use had been blocked by recent building work, but it hadn't. Loads of waders peeping mournfully as they flew and twirled in flocks. The oyster-catchers are by far the bravest (or laziest?), they only took off briefly when we went past, circled back and landed on the shore not far behind us.
Friday, we completed the Princes of the Apocalypse D&D campaign. I forgot that the avatars of the gods could be banished using the magical weapons in their nodes, but Konrad and his party managed to slay Imix the Big Flaming Bad anyway.
A weird thing about that campaign is that the setup is all about the party rescuing some people who were kidnapped, then it sort of forgets about that whole angle and goes haring off to save the world. But I don't see why a bunch of level 5 people automatically *would* decide that saving the world needed to be done by them, rather than running to get help when clearly very outclassed, unless they had another hook (like fulfilling their mission, and rescuing the wife of the one hostage they'd already found). But we made it work, with the help of some uncharacteristically helpful drow.
Then today we went to Tenby, for Pp to do a little shopping, Theo to hare about on the beach, and me to admire the views and peer at some rather nice fifteenth century stonework. And all of us had lunch at a pub called the Five Arches Tavern, named after the five arches of the Westgate of Tenby's town walls.
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Date: 2024-12-30 09:49 pm (UTC)Felt oddly old-school: you do the dungeon because it is a dungeon! Why else! Pp adapted it a bit to make it feel like it made more sense/had more plot.
A happy New Year!