Friday 26 October
Today has been a wonderfully warm, bright, busy day. Leigh started her day off with a short run around the little estate over the road from our campsite. She came back full of the joysofspring, telling Tom and I about the, ‘Delightful houses, pretty wooded area and immaculate, freeofrubbish streets’, that she had noticed.
After breakfast the three of us went back to the estate (to indulge Leigh to be honest); I admit, Tom and I were impressed. Not a sweet wrapper, not an empty can, not even any doggydoodoo was to be seen. Hungary, I applaud you and your inhabitants.
The rest of the day passed pleasantly. I had a couple of nice walks, through the leaf-shedding trees where there were some wonderful scents; Leigh spent some time in the Thermal Baths and spa area – she also enjoyed a marvellous aromatherapy back-massage ; Tom updated his iPad and sorted out some issues on it. In between these activities my humans caught up with the laundry. The site of all the bedding, towels, and other clothes blowing gently on the line was quite refreshing actually. The warmth of the sun ensured the washing dried pretty quickly too.
‘When you live in a house with a washing machine and clothes line as permanent fixtures, you don’t quite appreciate the value of these things’, as Leigh told me. I’ll believe her but I am glad this is not something that I have to concern myself with.
Leigh was a little taken aback when she first went into the Thermal Bath’s as the changing area was a tad different to what she is used to in a ‘Spa’. It reminded her of a workhouse (not that she remembers workhouses, but it is how she imagined a workhouse laundry to be). Rows of coat-hangers with white laundry-type-bags and rows of small, private changing-rooms were not typical of the luxurious changing rooms you see in a Spa in the U.K.
However, this place is more for ‘health’ according to the receptionist, ‘Where you take the waters because all the pools are different’.
They certainly were. Different water temperatures and different types of salt baths were on offer, as were several saunas, steam rooms, Jacuzzi, plunge pool and jets that pound and pummel your back and shoulders.
We finished the day by popping into the local hardware shop for a ‘Witches Broom’. Not for Leigh’s annual flight on 31 October but for sweeping up the zillions of leaves back home. At 1500 Hungarian forint (£4 approximately) it’s a great buy.
Woofs, Martha xx