Saturday and Sunday were both forecast as very wet, very windy and downright miserable as far as weather was concerned so I made no effort to get out of bed in a hurry but instead relished looking out through the window and watching the rain pelt down. But the cats insisted on having their breakfast served at a reasonable time and so I had to get up before 8, which was OK, because as soon as they were happy with heads in bowls I made myself a huge mug of tea and ran back to dive under under the still warm covers.
But unable to sit still for too long I got up and headed out for some retail therapy.
I woke up on Sunday to fierce winds buffeting the house. Branches whipped against windows and rain thrashed in waves against the glass. It was a couple of hours before it subdued a little and then I wanted to fetch a few ingredients for a beef stew. I wasn't long at the supermarket and so didn't want to rush straight home. Instead I decided to explore Bust Head Road, the lane after which our new local brewery was named. There's a couple of theories about the name. One was that the old tavern that used to be down the road was called Bust Head, another was that bust head was the term given to how one's head felt after a night in the tavern, or that is what happened to one's head if one tripped after a night in the tavern. There's even talk of an old hog that lived down here with the name of Bust Head because he butted folks. I'm happy to believe any of them, it's such an awesome name for a brewery.