Best Of British

Milk delivered at the door.
Very Paddington.
This we like.

July 18 Duxford Imperial War Museum

Nothing says holiday as Imperial War Museum. Right? Oh, sea and sand, you say? Ye of little faith. This actually turned out to be very good. (And we couldn't go to the beach, could we? Being stuck in November, all of a sudden.) The Imperial War Museum (the Brits are terrific with the grand names) is situated in Duxford, on one of the airfields where the Battle of Britain actually took place (ok, it took place above the airfield, but you already figured that out).


Here's Wilhelm being patriotic (on behalf of his new homeland, the UK) in front of a Spitfire. We both agreed that war does seem a little exciting at a distance. DISCLAIMER: This was in regard to spies and what they wore and if in the French resistance, would you actually carry a baguette and wear a beret and a moustache or would it be better to just be dead quiet and pretend you couldn't talk at all? This was not in regard to anything real. We are not awful. We just have vivid imagination.


At the end there was Churchill everywhere, so of course I cried (see, not awful, most compassionate). And there was a photo of a little girl being rescued from a bomb site in London that had Blanka in tears and asking about her for hours afterwards. We went home to English pork sausages for dinner, though, and by her fourth she was ok again.

And all the while the rain kept falling.

July 16 Stockholm – Cambridge

Good morning and welcome to Great Britain! This will be your weather for the next three weeks!

Cats And Dogs

I wanted to take a picture of the sky actually being blue for five minutes. I got this instead. Back with update on our English adventure tomorrow. But for those of you who questioned my sanity when I told you about our three weeks in the UK: You were right. It IS raining cats and dogs.

It's still lovely, though. Just a little wet, cold and grey. Ahem.

As Roadtrips Go

...this was one of the very best. Just look at my co-driver, chocolate shake in hand courtesy of moi.


As photos go, this trip features some of the worst I've taken. The kids were very pretty, though. And many.


Becks's house in the country is more estate than cabin. It has everything. Plus the view. (No, you can't tell from my photos. See note above about worst-ness.)


Which suited us and kids just fine. Poolside champers, anyone?


Marylove and I showed our gratitude by skinnydipping in the quarry. Becks may or may not have appreciated the splendour of our gesture. The kids barely raised an eyebrow.

A lovely time was had by all! Thank you, darling Rebecca!

Roadtrip With Mary

She said she would like to leave at 8.30 a.m. "So probably around nine, right?"
Right.
It's 10.30 now and apparently they're "on their way".
Right.
WAIT THEY'RE HERE!

I Love Their Focus

I could get used to digital displays announcing my presence in a meeting.

Bye Midsomer (For Now)

Dear Mom and Dad,
Thanks for a lovely ten days.
It was good.
So very good.
Just like you.

First 5K

Did not die.
Did not wish to die.
Am greatest person ever.

Nekkid, I Tell You