Good word, isn't it, 'blogmeet'? Sounds ancient, meaningful, Old English, like 'wapentake'...
But in reality, yesterday at least, it means getting in the car, driving to a nearby pretty little market town, Morpeth of the terrible floods of 2008, and meeting up with blogger Anne of frayed at the edge, and her sister-in-law Jennifer. I was hopeful, as my previous experience of meetings with fellow bloggers had been most enjoyable.
And it was most enjoyable this time too. The sun shone, the sky was blue, we chatted over a pot of tea, then walked through the park along the river, looping back into town to have a very good pizza and more conversation. And we popped in to M & S's sale - well, of course we did.
I didn't get a parking ticket despite overstaying my time, and we parted company saying we should like to do it all again some time. I was treated to both the tea and my lunch, although, frankly, I deserved neither.
Anne had brought me a gift, a bag containing a mug and some sachets of drinking chocolate:
Isn't that little bag just lovely? Made by Anne. Made properly, too, beautifully lined and finished. Why can't I sew like that?
But to my shame, and despite best intentions, I arrived empty-handed. I had left home and was just that mile or three too far along the A1 to turn back before remembering that the box of choc/mocha cupcakes, baked for Anne last night, remained in the fridge at home. I'd been distracted by checking that I had parking money, telling the dog I wouldn't be long ((the magic phrase that settles her into her armchair) and left the house forgetting all about them. Bad forgetful blogmeeter, I am!
So I sent her a photo later on of what she should have had as a gift from me:
I'm sure she wasn't much comforted.
And then I ate some, as a severe penance for myself, you understand.
But it's a good excuse to meet up again - my treat next time, with real cake alongside too.
If you haven't tried blogmeeting, give it a go, do!