Today Mr B and I attended the quarterly meeting of the Questers.
The Questers go on "behind the scenes" outings to various places, near and far - the perfect group
for us (in my opinion) now that both of us are retired and at leisure. So far we have only been on one outing - to the beautiful High Salvington Windmill (see my blog of 13 September) but the main purpose of today's meeting was to
map out a whole programme of visits for the next six months. I told Mr B that I thought we should sign up for eveything on the basis that we wouldn't know what we would enjoy until we tried it. He looked a little doubtful but didn't argue - this
might have been because we were running a bit late and he didn't want to waste any time or breath. Especially as he could probably see that I had Made My Mind Up.
Actually we weren't running late,
not according to any normal person's timekeeping, but Mr B believes in turning up early wherever we go. So, for example, today's meeting started at 10.15 a.m. with refreshments served at 10 a.m. - which meant we had to arrive at 9.42 a.m. hot
on the heels of (i) the organiser and (ii) the people whose job it was to put the kettle on. Mr B was unabashed and pointed out, in his own defence, that our early arrival meant we were able to nab a place in the small car park. I was forced to concede
this one. It is one of the problems, you see. There is always some kind of an advantage to arriving early. "You've got to admit, I look after you!" he likes to crow.
It was a very well-organised
meeting, with an agenda and a Powerpoint presentation. Without intending to, I found myself reverting to work mode, ticking off the agenda items as we progressed through the business of the meeting and writing cryptic notes in the margins. "100 +"; "5
years"; "Good pub nearby"; "Including picnic?"- which all meant something at the time of writing but now appear totally meaningless.
At my insistence we
signed up for everything - even the trip to a Beam Pump. No, I don't know what a Beam Pump is, either - but that is The Whole Point. One day, soon, I will.
As today's illustration puts
it so well: "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Ok, before anyone says anything, I do agree - it's a visit to a Beam Pump. We're not exactly setting out to discover a new continent. But who knows where this may lead us?
So long as we get there early enough.