We came back to Hay for Crabbie's ginger beer and lunch at the Kilvert's Hotel. We paid for everything, and got our Crabbie's immediately. But my steak and ale pie, and Sarah's dish, were to be delivered to us out on the patio. Perhaps 45 minutes later, we flagged down the waitress to see what had happened. They'd forgotten our order. Completely. Sarah was quite cross with them, and wanted to take our custom elsewhere, but I was feeling lazy and also we'd presumably have to wait longer to eat if we first had to track down another restaurant that was serving lunch at that hour.
They did give us a second complimentary Crabbie's, with their apologies, and my pie was delicious, so I was inclined to forgive them.
Flowers at our B&B:
Grape vines with real grapes at our B&B:
We headed back to the river, passing by tonight's dinner location, the Three Tuns. I loved the color of the house next door:
Speaking of doors, as we wended our west-bound way along the Wye, we passed this old green wooden door in a stone wall:
For some reason, it made me think of the door at the back of the school in C.S. Lewis' The Silver Chair - even though that door must have been far more solid, since the children despaired of it being open.
We never actually made it to the Wye River Walk pub, though. As we got within striking distance, it was growing close to the time we needed to turn around to make it back in time for our reservation at the Three Tuns. With all the time we'd lost at Kilvert's, even if we reached the pub, we wouldn't have time for a drink. And then the skies opened up, just as we were about to ascend a steep slope. A slope that would likely be turned to mud. Discretion being the better part of valor, we pulled our hoods around us and began the return trip.
The folks at the B&B helped us dry our clothes, and we started watching the latest episode of Dr. Who, The Night Terrors. Despite myself, I got very, very curious about what was going to happen. This presented a dilemma, since we had dinner reservations for 7:30 pm. What to do?! First, we tried changing the time of the reservation; they very kindly agreed to let us push it back 15 minutes, but they warned us we really couldn't arrive any later than that, because a large party was coming in at 8 pm and would essentially commandeer the kitchen (they put it more nicely than that, of course). Still, I was dragging my feet to eke out every minute I could, until Sarah had a brain wave - we could see the re-run on Sunday night!
So we made it to the Three Tuns for a delicious dinner. We were upstairs, where it was less noisy. I would definitely go back there again.
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