The kids are back in school! (Win!)
But a cold, Utah winter is creeping up on me again.
They say it is going to be one of the coldest winters we have had in years!
I am slowly dying inside.
Not looking forward to another round of Seasonal Depression.
On the other hand, I *am* looking forward to another round of elastic waisted track suits and hoodies.
I have been pretty busy this summer, and I want to tell you all about it!
But I feel bad cutting my England trip off in Baaaath.
And I wanted to share my favorite part with you-- Lavenham.
Mike and Heidi wanted to make sure we saw this place, and I am so glad they did!
It was just like stepping into the pages of a Hans Christian Andersen storybook.
It was hard to really show the crookedness with a camera--but I got a few pretty good shots.
My dad was a contractor, and it made the apprentice-contractor in me cringe.
I remember going with my dad to the lumber store and he taught me how to eyeball straight 2x4's.
No one in Lavenham did that.
It originated in Lavenham.
- There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
- He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.
- He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
- And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Here is the Official Crooked House:
Here are my crooked kids in front of the Crooked House.
You all know what a freak I am about old cemeteries.
Well, England did not disappoint.
We found this gem.
Crumbling headstones? Check. Moss covered vaults? Check! Creepy old Mausoleum in the background? Yep. Dates back to the 1600's? Check and check.
You might have to click on it to read.
Or put on your reading glasses.
(I turned 40 this year, which deserves its own post...later.)
|"Say what a Wife should be and She was that."|
Guy covered all his bases there, didn't he? He says so much, without really saying anything at all.
We drove into Wales. Why not?
We walked around for a bit.
Apparently there was a big game that day, or maybe the people of Wales are just very patriotic.
We had a Cornish Pastie. This is pronounced Pah-stee.
Not Pay-stee- which conjures up in my American mind something completely different.
Cornish pasties were quite good.
Sort-of like a little hand-held meat pie.
I had pictures of us tasting them, but we had our ugly food faces on, and they matched the American pastie photo more than the Cornish ones.
We walked around a bit, and saw the Cardiff castle.
I am telling you, tourists are disappointed at the lack of moat alligators in England and Wales.
Some of our other highlights:
This is Englands smallest pub. And possibly the smallest pub in the world.
It seats four people.
You can see that my kids are clearly thrilled to be posing for me. Again.
You can imagine my surprise when they came running up to me all excited "Mom! Come take a picture of THIS!!."
"This" happened to be a head in a plastic pot.
They were literally cackling, like escaped mental patients.
Might I remind you, internets:
My kids at Stonehenge:
My kids looking at a head in a plastic pot:
But I guess I know where they got it from.
This gave Sam and I some serious mileage:
And on that classy note, thus ends our trip to England.