A pleasant nights sleep after our cross Atlantic travels yesterday.
Michele was up at 06:30 as she couldn’t sleep anymore but I managed to drift off again and awoke at 08:00. Just as I got up Elle and Hayley got up too. Julie was also awake and downstairs with Michele.
Elle went out to pick doughnuts and bagels for us while Julie and I prepared coffee. A welcomed but sweet start to the day. Following breakfast we all prepped for going out for a trip an hour away to Pilot Mountain as shown in the post photo.
Off we went in Elle’s pickup a Toyota Tacoma. Elle, Luna and myself in the front. Hayley, Julie and Michele in the back. And finally the stroller on the flatbed at the back all strapped safely in.
We pulled into Pilot Mountain village and wandered around the sleeping village on a Saturday morning. Stopping off for coffee at Main Street coffee. So in I went and was immediately greeted with “you can talk to me all day long I love your ascent” from one of the ladies behind the counter. I’m not so sure she’d spoken to an Englishman before but think I’d won her over. It was a very sleepy village with a slow pace. Even glancing at someone driving down the street would result in then lifting a hand on acknowledgment.
We then drive to Pilot Mountain Vineyard again greeted by a pleasant man who turned out to be the owner again drawn by our accent. Julie and I shared s flight of the vineyards own 2 white and 2 red.
Elle drove part way home until the passion in her eyes got the better of her and Julie finished the drive off.
Back home we saw one of the snapping turtles in the pond at three back of Julie’s house and they were bigger than I thought. They are about the size of a dinner plate whereas I was expecting the size of your hand.
A lazy evening with a take out from Chick-fil-A, the girls watching Bridgerton while I do done research on places to visit and writing my blog up.
