Thought I would write a quick blog post as I’m in the mood for writing, but I don’t want to do any of my “projects”. This seemed easier.
And more fun.
I’m in Cumbria with the GF. Romantic getaways can be quite difficult, can’t they? We’ve got a history of absolutely HORRIBLE date nights. We just put so much pressure on ourselves to have a good time that it makes having a good time absolutely impossible. The best nights we’ve had are always the spontaneous ones. Beers by the shore on a random sunny evening in Scotland, board games on the floor, a pint in a cute pub after a stressful day at work… anything we decide to do spur-of-the-moment. They’re the best ones.
Although our time in Cumbria has actually been pretty good. I think it’s because we’re getting to know ourselves now. The morning we left we declared, “We’re just nuns on a road trip!” And you know what? It’s helped take the pressure off.
So far we’ve had a (freezing cold) hot tub, played Bananagrams in a field (BEST GAME EVER HOW HAVE I NEVER PLAYED THIS BEFORE????), and walked to a waterfall. B does the driving and I navigate. I’m not very good at navigating, but I’m even worse at driving, so this suits us.
We’re staying in such a cool place. It’s made up of one little hut which is an outdoor kitchen, another tiny hut which is the (compost) toilet, and another hut which is the bedroom. I LOVE it. It’s in the middle of absolutely nowhere, surrounded by lambs. B loves it too, although the wood burner made her come out in a rash, the sheep kept her up all night, and she accidentally put her hand into a clump of nettles.
She told me about the nettle incident when I was on the toilet. Unfortunate timing, really. I was a bit nervous about doing a number two in the compost toilet and just as it was finally happening, B shouted through about her hand. It made everything shoot right back up. Will probably need to have a coffee in the morning.
That’s another thing! The kettle. I don’t know why, but it just makes me so happy.
Every time I’m in a quiet place, in the middle of nowhere, it just makes me want to leave the city for good. *sighs*
We’re going to the wee village pub for dinner. I’m excited (obviously because dinner is involved), but I always get a bit worried about being affectionate with B in public in a new place. Every time I think I’m all good with the queer thing, something will shoot out my mouth which shows me I’m still a bit nervous. Like arriving yesterday. We got it into our heads that a gay couple owned the place, but when we turned up, we realised it was a (very lovely) het couple. Before I even realised what was happening, I said, “Oh God. Should we say we’re sisters?”.
It’s not like anyone has ever really said anything to us. We’ve had one horrible comment, and while some others haven’t exactly been great, they’ve come from a good place. But yeah, still nervous.
I guess that’s one good thing about the city.
Alright. Time for another trip to the compost toilet (just a pee this time thank god), then it’s onto dinner.