In today’s hectic world, the perfect weekend rarely happens – but it just has for me.
Sarah and I always knew moving to Alverstoke was the right thing to do for so many reasons and on Saturday that decision was confirmed.
Twenty-five weeks into pregnancy and Sarah went off to London with her sister, who is also expecting, to a baby show.
They wanted to look round all the exhibitors showing the latest trends in prams and cots.
Meanwhile I was left to enjoy the delights of Gosport Borough’s FA Trophy semi-final second leg victory over Havant & Waterlooville.
As if this wasn’t enough, it was then off to Winterfest XXII, Gosport’s winter beer festival.
A short walk from my house and I was soon at Privett Park.
A new neighbour had kindly given me a ticket, but finding him was like looking for a needle in a haystack as the ground was at capacity.
I do hope more Gosportonians will make regular trips to watch our local team play now.
I found the whole experience very enjoyable and to me, it felt like ‘real football’.
Yes, maybe the football was not as pretty as you see on Match of the Day.
But without doubt it was honest and I felt I had a connection with these players much more than I ever would with the prima donnas you see in the professional game.
After Gosport’s hard-fought victory on a bobbly pitch, it was wonderful to soak up the celebrations of them reaching Wembley and also meet the manager, his wife and the backroom team.
A walk home, a quick bite to eat, then it was off to the Thorngate Halls where the promise of the finest local and national real ales awaited.
With a group of friends, we headed straight for the local section, sampling the delights of the Oakleaf Brewery down the road and others nearby.
I’m happy to admit that by 11pm I was steaming. Thank goodness for the six-minute walk home.
All in all, I made the most of what for me was a perfect weekend. With the baby due in June, it may be my last for a while!