Hello, folks!
In the immortal words of Willie Nelson, we're "on the road again" - this time to celebrate the wedding of our friends Alan and Phil in Harwich, England. We arrived late Wednesday night at Heathrow, hired a car, and drove about an hour to spend the night just outside Oxford. As it was after midnight and all the good Englishpeople were tucked in their beds, I (James) decided to try my hand at driving in this everything-is-reversed-if-not-upside-down country. Motorway driving, check. Since there was nary a soul on the road, I never had to worry about the nasty rule of no undertaking. Driving on the village roads outside Oxford, check. Reverse parking into the minuscule space at the hotel, disaster. Well, not a disaster really since I didn't actually hit anything - just more of a frustration for having to have four or five goes before settling into an acceptable position.
After morning breakfast - and before you ask, yes it WAS the FULL ENGLISH - we headed directly to the Bicester (rhymes with blister) Village Outlet Shops to stock up on some new duds from the Dunhill Store. I'll let David fill you in on all the details.
We left the shop 900 pounds lighter and headed into the scary North Country (just kidding, Christine) to spend the night with Jane (David's sister), Mike, Jack, and Harry. Wonderful company, great visit, and scrumptious homemade chili - a perfectly relaxing evening.
Breakfast at Marks and Spencer (Really? Is it ALWAYS about food?) with the obligatory slice of Victoria Sponge, and then we were off on an official school visit at the Bolton School (even deeper into the North Country) to visit our Christine in her native professional habitat. She treated us to a delightful lunch of sandwiches, sushi, fruit, and homemade apple cake! The visit was way too short, and soon we were on the road again - this time heading southward once more to the coastal town of Harwich in Essex.
The four hour journey took actually 7-1/2 hours, what with bad weather and crowded motorways, and we arrived at the Zig Zag Cottage at about 10:30. Quick check in, and off to find some victuals. At that time the only choices were fish and chips, kebabs, or Chinese take-away. We settled on the latter.
So that brings me to the point of this morning's photo of breakfast at the Zig Zag. Paul and Marianne run a well tended and very clean bed and breakfast in an 18th century cottage in the village of Great Oakley just outside Harwich. After another full English, I can barely move. And now David wants to force to go for a morning walk along the beach. When the choice is to walk or to stay in eating Galaxy chocolates all day - well, I'll leave you to guess what I've chosen.
Until next time.......keeeeeeeeep traveling!
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In the immortal words of Willie Nelson, we're "on the road again" - this time to celebrate the wedding of our friends Alan and Phil in Harwich, England. We arrived late Wednesday night at Heathrow, hired a car, and drove about an hour to spend the night just outside Oxford. As it was after midnight and all the good Englishpeople were tucked in their beds, I (James) decided to try my hand at driving in this everything-is-reversed-if-not-upside-down country. Motorway driving, check. Since there was nary a soul on the road, I never had to worry about the nasty rule of no undertaking. Driving on the village roads outside Oxford, check. Reverse parking into the minuscule space at the hotel, disaster. Well, not a disaster really since I didn't actually hit anything - just more of a frustration for having to have four or five goes before settling into an acceptable position.
After morning breakfast - and before you ask, yes it WAS the FULL ENGLISH - we headed directly to the Bicester (rhymes with blister) Village Outlet Shops to stock up on some new duds from the Dunhill Store. I'll let David fill you in on all the details.
We left the shop 900 pounds lighter and headed into the scary North Country (just kidding, Christine) to spend the night with Jane (David's sister), Mike, Jack, and Harry. Wonderful company, great visit, and scrumptious homemade chili - a perfectly relaxing evening.
Breakfast at Marks and Spencer (Really? Is it ALWAYS about food?) with the obligatory slice of Victoria Sponge, and then we were off on an official school visit at the Bolton School (even deeper into the North Country) to visit our Christine in her native professional habitat. She treated us to a delightful lunch of sandwiches, sushi, fruit, and homemade apple cake! The visit was way too short, and soon we were on the road again - this time heading southward once more to the coastal town of Harwich in Essex.
The four hour journey took actually 7-1/2 hours, what with bad weather and crowded motorways, and we arrived at the Zig Zag Cottage at about 10:30. Quick check in, and off to find some victuals. At that time the only choices were fish and chips, kebabs, or Chinese take-away. We settled on the latter.
So that brings me to the point of this morning's photo of breakfast at the Zig Zag. Paul and Marianne run a well tended and very clean bed and breakfast in an 18th century cottage in the village of Great Oakley just outside Harwich. After another full English, I can barely move. And now David wants to force to go for a morning walk along the beach. When the choice is to walk or to stay in eating Galaxy chocolates all day - well, I'll leave you to guess what I've chosen.
Until next time.......keeeeeeeeep traveling!
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