Max and Paul's Excellent Adventure

It's now been 7 weeks since we came to Bagworth. The weather has been freezing with sleet and an icy wind. (Few trees in Bagworth.). So we stayed in. The village has virtually no infrastructure and we need to travel about 12-15km to go to a town with any life. The garden here is basic and what little it needed, we did in the first week. A lot of time is being spent reading, cooking, practising guitar, morning yoga and learning software packages.  The house is fairly large (by English standards) and warm, so we have our own spaces to comfortably do what we like. Using this time to  ponder future prospects, it's unlikely we'd stay in, or north, of the Midlands. Where we are is bleak, barren and boring.  The 'ouse Graeme, the man of the house, is a science fiction freak who loves Dr Who. He has a massive collection of books and, an interesting bathroom downstairs. Did I say he was a fan of Doctor Who? The sign on the l oo door. For those who don't know, it's the si...

After a three-hour drive from Bordon, heading north, we found ourselves at the next sit in Bagworth, which was marketed as Market Bosworth, a lovely little town 5 miles away. The owners advertised the location in a similar manner to real estate agent. We caught up with the owners the day before they left for their three-and-a-half-month holiday; a trip to New Zealand then a cruise back to the UK. Treacle, our charge, seemed independent and quite capable of looking after himself. After a week, we referred to him as Mr. Puddykins, after the Johnny English reference.  Treacle was a bruiser. He'd been rescued, having lived the first eight months of his life in their shed and the surrounding fields. He was antisocial, independent and feisty. His face and demeanor shouted f*** you! And he'd bite if he felt like it.