14-10-2009
It had been a day filled with sunshine. Sir Trevor had left early on Beamer to go to the beach cottage. He had called for a carpenter to install a new larder, as Lady Cheryl had complained that damp had somehow spoilt the wood in the old one.
On his return to castle , he found the serving wench Lena, dithering about noisily. Unable to concentrate on his reports to the Lords of the Privy Purse, he set forth once more to assess further claims. Leaving Lady Cheryl in charge, ignoring the look of budding frustration on her countenance, at the shenanigans of Lena, he only did what most intelligent Knights would do. Disappear.
Later in the day he called his Lady, using the small device that had changed communications forever, he enquired about the meal for the evening. He soon realised that this had been a huge error, as Lady Cheryl let it be known, that at no time in the day had she had a moment to herself, and of a certainty had not yet thought of their repast for the night.
Our ever gallant Knight, once more, made haste to the inn, famous for its baskets of ocean fare. There he ordered fresh mussels in tangy sauce, prawns roasted over the coals, meat from the Octopus, crumbed and fried. All served on a bed of sweet yellow rice.
Putting a spur to Beamer, our Knight galloped home, whilst the picnic was still hot, and presented it to his Lady fair, who was not shy in showing her love her appreciation of his thoughtfulness. Together they feasted, licking their lips and sipping their mead from the Tall Horse.
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