Suffok (Day 2)

Friday, June 27 2008

Suffolk

Today was a day of visiting places from our childhood. After we took down our tent and packed everything away, we drove an hour to Coney Weston to see the house Tim lived for six months of the three years his dad was stationed at RAF Lakenheath. We stopped on the side of the road and took pictures. Then we drove another hour to Lavenham, the town with all the crooked Tudor style houses. The town was a medieval wool town, known for their blue, denim like fabric. It was a boomtown and they built their houses so fast that they didn’t think about the proper foundation. The houses settled all crooked. Our next stop was an hour away to Kesgrave, where I lived for a short time. Kesgrave is a small town outside of Ipswich. We stopped and took pictures of the house from the outside. Then we knocked on the next-door neighbor’s house, who lived there at the time my parents did. We were greeted by this near 90-year-old lady who welcomed us in and had us sit down in her living room to chat. She said that she and her husband just finished having a beer in their garden. Later she showed us her gardens in her back yard. The yard was long and narrow. However, she spent 37 years creating the most awesome garden I have ever seen. When you first walk out you see a fish pong with a bridge going over it. At first the yard seemed small because you could not see past the pond because of all the plants and bushes around it. She took us down the path and it opened up into this almost room like area. There was a grassy area surrounded by trees and plants galore. As we kept walking there was another room with a swing and green house. Then yet another area marked off with a tree house for her granddaughters to play on. As we walked by all the plants she pointed them out and told us what they were. She had a few tomato bean plants. Her trees consisted of various types of apple and two fig trees. It was the real deal as Tim said. It was such a treat to see a garden so extensive and detailed. Then she knocked on the neighbor’s house so he could show us the house I grew up in. The son of the landlord when my parents lived there is the current owner. It has changed a lot since we lived there. He invited us into to let us take a look around. A second story and a formal dining room have been added. After talking with him about how things around the area have changed, we drove to downtown Ipswich so we could purchase some Ipswich Town Football Club memorabilia. We then went back to the campsite to put the tent back up. When we arrived, there were a ton of families around with a lot of loud kids. We had to go to be early because we needed to be back at Lakenheath to drop off our camping gear.

Suffolk (Day 1)

Thursday, 26 June 2008

Suffolk

Today got up and had our last breakfast with Judy and John. We have thoroughly enjoyed our breakfast conversations with them every morning. After they saw us off we felt as if we were leaving good friends of ours instead of just my parent’s friends. We had an hour and a half drive to RAF Lakenheath. The drive was beautiful as we drove through the East Anglican countryside. After calling ahead to RAF Lakenheath, RAF Mildenhall and RAF Alconbury, Tim got a taste of what Joseph from the Bible must have felt like when all the innkeepers told him there was no room for him or his pregnant wife in the inn. Lodging at all three bases were occupied due to the PCS season. We even looked for hotels in the Suffolk area online; however, we could not find any vacancies. The only thing left for us to do is to go camping. We drove to Lakenheath to rent camping gear on base. After we got our supplies we toured Tim’s Elementary school that he attended while in third, fourth, and fifth grade. He was grinning from ear to ear seeing all the old classrooms that he learned in so many years ago. Some of the teachers that were there while he attended school are STILL teaching, over 18 years ago! Things have changed quite a bit on Lakenheath. Tim said it didn’t feel as homey as it once did. Beefed up security with huge fences is now the scenery around Lakenheath. We dropped by the Lakenheath Hospital to take a couple pictures. As it turns out, Malinda was born there. After going to the commissary for some food, we headed off to Orwell Campground to set up camp and settle in for the night. Tim and I had a hard time setting up the tent because of the wind. It wasn’t as bad as Oklahoma, but it was just the right strength to make tent pitching a real pain the bum. Luckily we finished when we did, it started to drizzle and now it’s just pouring down. I guess our lucky streak has ended…weather wise.

London (Day 2)

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

London (Day 2)

After we got another awesome breakfast by Judy today, we headed back into London to enjoy the infamous Tower of London. We started out by joining a guided tour given by the Yeoman Warders, which you would know them as Beefeaters. They got pretty gruesome with all the tales of public and private beheadings, including Margaret Pole (executed only because Henry VIII couldn’t find her son) who tried to run away during her execution and the axe man took 15 swings to finish her off. The tour finished up in St. Peter ad Vincula (St. Peter in Chains). It is still used as a chapel for the over 120 current residents and where all but one of the unfortunate people were beheaded are buried.

Going to the Tower of London is more than just one tower to look at if you have no clue about it. It is composed of several fortified walls with towers on the corners. There was also a large courtyard with different buildings to go in. We walked into the rooms along the outside wall and saw King Edward I bedchamber as it might have been set up back in his days. They also had rooms of were his throne sat and were he discussed military tactics and laws with others. Then we made our way into White Hall in the middle of the courtyard full of displays. They had weapons, armor, historical exhibits as well as hands on exhibits on display. It was quite extensive. As we made our way out the building we looked into the courtyard and saw several black ravens trying to run, hop, skip, and fly at the same time. The ravens were special birds put there with their wings’ clipped. Legend has it if the ravens fly away from the Tower of London, the Tower and the monarchy would crumble. We felt sorry for them when there were pigeons all around them flying away.

We took a rest and ate lunch in courtyard. Then we saw the coolest thing ever…the crown jewels. The crown jewels were displayed in separate cases. Alongside the cases was a conveyer belt to stand on as you looked at the crowns. That was such a great idea because it kept the line moving. Anyways the jewels were amazing, I have never seen anything like it. Nevertheless, I’m not jealous in the least bit…Tim said is going to get me jewels like those, but I would have to wait until our 25^th anniversary.

After the Tower of London, we headed to St. Paul Cathedral. This is where Princess Diana and Prince Charles were married. It was absolutely huge! We took a brief look inside because tickets were $20 per person. Granted, near the end of the tour they took you to the top of the dome where you can stand outside and see all of London. Still not worth $20. Next we made our way to Hyde Park for some ice cream and a nap. It was well timed out because Malinda was running on fumes by the time we made it there. We then headed back to John and Judy’s place for dinner and bed.

London (Day 1)

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

London

Today we started off day with a wonderful, large breakfast cooked by Judy. John dropped us off by the nearest train station. And off when went to Victoria Station. I though it might have a slight resemblance to the Victoria Station but with all the modern updates. But they looked nothing alike. However, it is the largest station, acting as the hub of the wheel with many platforms branching out from it. And yes, we did hear, “ Mind the gap between the train and the platform.” Our first stop we headed to Buckingham Place to see the changing of the guards. There must be certain times when it is a bigger performance than others. Tim built it up to be a huge event and it wasn’t as he remembered. There wasn’t much to see, however it did last for an hour. I stood front row on the curb across from the palace and saw the guards walk right past me on foot and horse back, which you can see by clicking on HERE. After that they went inside the gate and did a whole bunch of ceremonial stuff that you could not see or hear. I guess they “relinquished” and “assumed” guard duty. I’m not really sure. At some time during the ceremony the band members marched by and played theme music from Star Wars. Now, that was totally unexpected.

After, the ceremony we walked by a large grassy park, that seemed to be the place to picnic and nap during lunch hour. We hopped on the tube by the park and headed towards Piccadilly Circus, which is the equivalent to New York’s Time Square. They have the huge teles on the side of the buildings as well. We search the area for the famous Hard Rock Café. How can you go to a big city like this and not go to Hard Rock Café for a burger and a t-shirt? After stopping and asking several people for directions we found out that we were in the wrong area. We ended up walking back past the tube station that we got on. We were far off. We finally made it and had delicious burgers. I asked the waitress if she knew of a poster of Sting or The Police in the restaurant so I could take a picture of it. She asked her manager and there wasn’t any but she told me that Sting was playing at Hyde Park on Sunday. So after buying our Hard Rock Café London t-shirts, we went on a wild goose chase to look for tickets at Leicester Square. However, all the tickets were sold out. I always wanted to go to a Sting concert, but to go to one in London would have been a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was a nice try though.

We found a open top double-decker tour bus and rode around most of down town London. Our ticket came with headsets so you can listen to the commentary of the sites as we passed by. It was nice to see the city from up high, but not worth the money. The recorded tour guide gave us very little and vague information. We rode around town until we got tired and then it was back to the tube station. John picked us up after we arrived at our station. That evening they had get together with friends from their Bible study group. There were people from India, South Africa, Nigeria, and let not forget a Londoner with a cockney accent. It was really interesting meeting people from all over the world all at once.

Windsor Castle

Monday, 23 June 2008

Windsor Castle

Today we checked out of RAF Fairford and drove the hour east towards Windsor Castle. I’ve always had fond memories of visiting this castle years ago when I lived here in England. Other than THE Tower of London, Windsor is my favorite. The Queen also fancies Windsor as well. She frequents it on the weekends and calls it “home”. We started the day out eating lunch outside the castle walls because, for some reason, we weren’t invited to eat inside. We weren’t on “The List”. Also, I didn’t have enough females with me and I guess we didn’t have “The Look”. The Queen has 60 place settings at her table. You’d think she could spare a couple places for us? Oh well. After that nasty business, we had to pay to get in. I guess now we’re good enough.

At Windsor they had the same telephone looking tour guides there you punched in a code and they’ll tell you about the area you’re walking through. These are the best invention since sliced bread. We didn’t waste any time going straight to Queen Mary’s Dollhouse. Malinda remembers reading about it in National Geographic back when she was 7 and has been wanting to see it ever since. For some reason, I never got to see it when I went to Windsor, so I was also interested. Everything in it actually works, electricity, plumbing, vacuum, etc. It turned out to be really cool, but it doesn’t leave much room for the imagination for a girl who likes to play with dollhouses. After that we toured the Royal Apartments. The area we saw would be the area that you would be allowed to enter, IF you were invited to a State Dinner. The main vestibule was chock full of guns, swords, and amour, along with all the gifts that the British monarch at the time received or stole from other countries, including a solid gold tigers head with solid crystal eyes and teeth. The tour continued into a huge dining room, then another huge hall that has all the crests of every night ever knighted, then a couple bedrooms, drawing rooms, closets, dressing rooms, and libraries. After all that, we then went down to St. George’s Chapel, which is still a very active church. Several important people are buried there. I would list them, but that would be silly. The Queen’s father is buried there, among many other Britain rulers. In the choir, all the names and crests of all the knights are again displayed. It is something that you would have to see in person to really get the whole picture.

After Windsor we headed off to meet up with John and Judy. They are dear long time friends of Malinda’s parents. They were gracious enough to let us stay in their apartment, or flat. We were greeted with big smiles and some comfortable chairs. We had such a good time talking to them and getting the real inside scoop on Great Britain. After several hours of chatting, we went to bed for what turned out to be our best night of sleep in 10 days. We both finally were comfortable enough to dream. So that’s what happened today.

RAF Fairford (Day 2)

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Bath

Today was one of the most beautiful days yet. The weather was high 60’s and sunny all day long. We drove an hour along the gorgeous countryside roads to get to Bath. When we got there we headed straight to the Roman Baths. The town was beautiful with the Roman architect and Georgian style buildings. First we stopped inside the restaurant called the Pump Room attached to the baths. We were pretty sure they used the room in the filming of the movie “Amazing Grace” since the character took a holiday in Bath. However, I read it was just a replica set. There was a bar with a fountain decorated with four fish with water from the baths shooting out of their mouth. You could buy a glass of water from the Bath. I have to say, I have had the best water since I’ve been on this trip. Not once have I tasted water with a metallic taste from the pipes like we get out of the water fountains at work. It all has been virtually tasteless. We waked around the building to get an actually tour of the Baths when two street performers caught our eyes. They were called Skate Naked. These guys performed an acrobatic comedy…more a comedy than anything. They were so funny we videotaped the entire show and you can view their act that someone else already posted on YouTube by clicking here. If you are going to watch it, I have to warn you it may not be your cup of tea as they perform in a g-string. I think people just stopped because they were wandering what are they going to say and do next? They had a joke for every culture in Western Europe, including Americans and Australians. After the show, we began our tour of the Roman Baths. There were telephones in almost every language that talked you through the tour. There were numbers posted on the walls and when you got to the walls you stopped and pressed the number to listen to the commentary. It was very informative and well worth the money. They had tons of Roman artifacts on display. I took a lot of pictures. The bathes were steaming with water from so deep in the ground (10,000 feet) that it came up at 116°F.

Bath was a very fashionable place during Jane Austin’s times. So of course they have a Jane Austen Centre. Due to time we skipped the whole museum and had pre-lunch tea in her tearoom. We also had scones, cucumber and cheese sandwiches with my tea and Tim’s hot chocolate. It was very delectable. I would have loved to go on a girl’s day out with my mom in Bath. She would have loved the tearoom, and they have a spa package for £50, which includes going to the spa, the Roman Bath tour, and a three-course lunch in the Pump Room. That seemed like a price you can’t beat. After we finished our tea, we walked to a park to eat lunch. There wasn’t much room to sit down due to the crows gathered to watch what I believe they call lawn bowling. We have always called it Bocce Ball, as it is an Italian game. They had tents set up, and spectators sipped on their drink of choice and watched games from the eight or more lanes. The only other time I saw that was in my own backyard at my 26^th birthday party and at that it was a new game to everyone. Tim and I love the games so much, we want to create our own bowling lane especially for Bocce when we get our new house in Florida. After relaxing in the park, we got in the car and drove to Farleigh Hungerford Castle. I read online they had re-enactments. However, buy the time we got there we only had 20 minutes to see the whole thing before it closed. So we took video footage from the outside as our still camera ran out of batteries. And then we headed back to base. I highly recommend going to Bath if you are ever in the country.

Drinking fountain in the Pump Room.

Tim in front of the Roman Baths.

Skate Naked in all their glory.

Us out on the terrace of the Roman Baths.

Awwwwww!

RAF Fairford (Day 1)

Saturday, June 21, 2008

RAF Fairford, Day 1

Today was pretty much uneventful. We woke up late. I think the sun setting around ten and coming up at five is starting to get to us. We hit the snooze every ten minutes from 7:00am to 8:00am. We got all our stuff packed and sat in the car in front of the lodging office since that is the only place on base with Wi-Fi to update our blog and check email. We ended up leaving around to 11:00am. Our next destination, RAF Fairford, is only an hour drive away. But, we wanted to drive to Stonehenge along the way, which turned our drive into three hours. The drive was great with no problems. Our friend, Judy, who you will meet later when we stay in London, email me and gave me the skinny about the driving. This is what she wrote, “(Incidentally, since the borders opened a couple(?) of years ago, we have been flooded with foreign and not very road-worthy lorries, with drivers who don't know the laws of our roads, so watch out for Polish, Romanian, Czech etc. rig-outs who seem to be a law unto themselves!) Which reminds me: if you think we're scary drivers, don't ever drive in France or Italy or even Germany!!!” I just had to share that to redeem the local’s good name. I’m not saying everything is perfect where we live. In fact we have some of the world’s worst drivers in Oklahoma. We were told that the yield sign was invented in our state and they still don’t know how to use it.

Anyways, as we got two miles away from Stonehenge we had creeping traffic all the way there. A couple of hundred yards away we saw cones and a sign that said “Stonehenge Closed.” At first we figured they were finally putting the stones back up after Chevy Chase knocked them over with his car in National Lampoon’s European Vacation. At last, we heard on the radio that it was closed due to today’s date being summer solstice. I think it a sacred day for those involved in Wicca. There were cops there to make sure no one got access to the field. We did manage to take a picture from far off. We got to the base about an hour later. And since then we have been taking it easy, hanging out in our room. This one also has a kitchen in it and we have Wi-Fi in our room. If anyone wants to video chat with us tomorrow night, we will be online. I love being in the Air Force and taking advantage of all the benefits. All over the world the lodging is so cheap and so much nicer than the regular Best Westerns back at home. After staying at AF lodging during our vacation to Colorado, we have discovered it is the way to go for vacations. Tomorrow we will be visiting the town of Bath.

RAF Croughton (Day 2)

Friday, June 20, 2008

Stratford-Upon-Avon

Today started out gloriously. We slept in a comfortable bed in comfortable surroundings. The only problem was we rolled out of bed a whole hour later than we planned. By the time we got off base, it was 11:30. The ride up to Stratford-upon-Avon was uneventful. The fact that there were fewer cars on the road and I’m starting to feel more comfortable with this whole “left side is the ‘right side’” thing is really helping matters. We drove by some homes just off the motorway that were awesome. Malinda fell in love with them right away. We later found out that area is called “Millionaire Row”. As it turns out, Land Rover, Aston Martin, and Jaguar all have plants within a five mile radius of that area so that’s where all the “Big Wigs” live. We’ve found that homes hear are outrageously price by US standards. Some of these homes are going for over £500,000 (~$1,000,000). These homes would go for around $400,000 in the US. Anyways, on the way into town, we swung by the B&B (Curtain Call Guest House) owned by Dave. If you remember, Dave is the nice guy that manages the bowling alley. We were obviously running late from waking up late, so by the time we got there around 12:30, Dave was back on Croughton and his wife was in town shopping, much to the chagrin of Dave. We then made our way downtown to have a picnic along the riverbank of the Avon River. As Hyacinth on “Keeping Up Appearances” would say, we had a riverside picnic with riparian entertainment. While we were eating, a painting of Big Ben and the parliament caught our eyes. There was an art gallery on a barge obviously called The Barge Gallery. After looking at the artwork and quite a bit of sticker shock, we decided to wait and think about it while we finished our tour of Stratford. We walked down to Holy Trinity Church, the church where Shakespeare was baptized and buried. It cost us £3 just to see his gravesite. We later find out that pretty much all that we saw at the church was shown at the Shakespeare Centre, which was our next stop. The displays in the museum were very informative of Shakespeare’s life. I was very disappointed to find out the movie “Shakespeare In Love” was not accurate at all. Good thing I didn’t watch that movie before taking my World Lit test in college. The most interesting fact is that Thomas Jefferson and John Adams toured Shakespeare’s birthplace together before Adams became president. They displayed a copy of where they signed the guest book but we could not find their names. It would be been a lot easier to find their names if John Hancock was with them on that tour. When Shakespeare died he left most of his possessions to his firstborn daughter. His wife, Anne Hathaway, got the second best bed. The best bed is used as the guest bed and the master of the house gets the second best bed. With that, he never wanted his wife to feel like she was a guest. As time was getting late we hurried back to the art gallery before closing and purchased the modern painting of Big Ben. Whenever we build our new house with a formal dinning room, you can come over to eat with us and admire the painting from across the table. On the way out of town we stopped to take a picture of Anne Hathaway’s cottage (Just to be clear we are NOT talking about the actress here). Our time spent in Stratford was pleasant. The streets and sidewalks were wide. There was no congestion of cars or people. Also, Malinda wanted me to add that she stands corrected about the fashion…it seemed pretty much like the US in Stratford. The temperature was a beautiful 68°F and sunny. We decided the South is “Queen” no matter what country you’re in. We made it back to the base in time to play two games of bowling and to talk to Dave some more. Good times were had by all.

Picnic-Upon-Avon!

Church with Shakespeare's bones.

His gravesite. You'll be cursed if you move his bones.

The sundial read 3:30 but Tim's growing beard suggests it is well past 5 O'clock.

Relax! Just like Clinton doesn't inhale, I don't swallow.

Shakespeare's birthplace.

Who's bigger? The baby or the ball?

Dave the bowling alley manager.

RAF Croughton (Day 1)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

RAF Croughton, Day 1

Well, today started much like yesterday. Waking up to the smell of mold on a rock hard bed. After taking a scalding hot/arctic cold shower, we went downstairs to eat, what we have pin-pointed as powdered eggs. Along with those powered eggs they gave us soggy bread caused by the water used to make the powder into eggs. Malinda whispered across the table, “I bet she has hardwood floors and granite countertops in her kitchen but neglects to put a dime into renovations for the business.” Sure enough she had it down to a “T.” We peered into the kitchen when she was cooking as we were walking up stairs, and what did we see? Hardwood floor and granite countertops. We paid around the same price per night as we did on our honeymoon. And we had such a wonderful stay in Savannah that it made us fall in love with the idea of owning our own B&B after retirement. After breakfast, we wasted NO time to get our luggage and were out the door in before 9:00AM. On the way out of town, some random dude was honking his horn and flashing his lights. I let him pass because what else could he want? Of course that got me paranoid as to WHAT ELSE could go wrong with this stupid rental car. As far as we can tell, the car starts to emit smoke when we turn on the Air Conditioner. Since the weather doesn’t get any warmer than 70 degrees, it isn’t a problem yet. Driving the 3 ½ hours from Kewick down to RAF Croughton was pretty uneventful. I had not problem with the drive, but Malinda was tense the entire time. There are three time as many big rigs on the interstate and they don’t seem to know how to stay inside their lane. With only an hour left on the road she began to tear up over all the stress of not feeling safe. I guess her pregger hormones are starting to kick in. She didn’t yell at me so I know I didn’t do any thing wrong. As long as she is not yelling at me, I’m good. During the drive, Malinda figured out that the English are paying roughly $9-$10/gallon. So America, quit complaining! Anyways, we arrived on Croughton, got into our room that has a kitchen and then went straight to the Commissary (The AF grocery store for you civilians). That was the turning point for us. All the food is sold in all the name brands we know. The few things we bought before at the English grocery store tasted like eating a bad off name brand…Nice try but nowhere the real taste. Remember a couple days ago we spent $20 on PB&J, bread, Pringles, cracker, and cheese? Well today we spent $45 dollars to stock up the entire fridge for the remainder of our trip. I’m just curious how the British live with even the most basic groceries so expensive. Also we had a few American civilians that worked at the commissary stop and crack jokes with us. We haven’t had the random friendly chic-chat in so long that I don’t thing I would have minded the red-neck with teeth missing dressed in camouflage (just like you see in Wal-mart) telling us he tried to join the military but they would not let him in because of his flat feet or his third grade reading level. We had BBQ sandwiches for lunch, while chocolate chip cookies baked in the oven. We bought a previously viewed DVD at the Shoppette for under $2 and relaxed in front of the flat screen. We were in our comfort zone. Did I mention we went crazy over the food at the commissary? We had steak, baked potatoes, and salad later that evening. After eating dinner, Malinda and I took a walk around base. There isn’t much here. It’s a communication base with huge antennae. We found ourselves taking a look into the bowling alley and meeting with the alley manager, Dave. As it turns out, Dave and his wife own and operate a Bed & Breakfast in Stratford-upon-Avon (Shakespeare’s hometown). So we ended up talking and trading stories for almost 2 hours. He was a wealth of info on how things are so different here in England. It’s kind of like having a spy on the inside.

Real Food!

A look at lunch

Awwww. This is us at dinner.

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We have updated all our blogs with updates and pictures.  Be sure to check them out.  Also, we may not have Internet for the next 4 days or so while we visit Stratford-Upon-Avon (Shakespeare’s hometown) and Bath.

Malinda & Tim's Top Ten

Malinda & Tim’s Top Ten List:

Top 10 Signs We Aren't In Oklahoma Anymore.

10. You don’t know which way to look when crossing the road

9. Both of us get in the wrong side of the car

8. People sound intelligent when they cuss.

7. 50 Degrees & raining is “Pleasant weather”

6. Instead of your “Sleep Number” you have your “Wash Number”

5. When you get on a bus, you have to ask yourself “Upstairs or down?”

4. iPod Vending Machines?

3. They have all the same commercials that we have in the US, except they are dubbed over with British accents like a BAD Japanese film. Even Bob the Builder!

2. Actually paying to use the bathroom.

1. The random guy next to you on the bus shows you his needle marks from the previous nights heroin binge. True Story!

The Lake District (Day 2)

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Keswick (Day 2)

This morning we came down stairs for breakfast to eat eggs and toast. The other couple in the dinning room ordered the English breakfast with the bean, tomato, eggs and mushrooms. I’m not sure but I think I saw the innkeeper go up to our room to get the mushrooms out of our bathroom after she took their order. J They were the first couple that was friendly to us. We carried on conversation throughout breakfast across our tables. People here seem to relate the state of Oklahoma to the musical. I guess some things never change no matter where you are on the globe. We always sing the Oklahoma song from the musical at the seventh inning stretch of our minor league baseball team. I guess we do it to ourselves. Did I mention how shady this place is? So, back in March when Tim booked this “Bed & Breakfast”, the website asked for our Credit Card info. We both assumed it was to hold our room and pay for it up front. WRONG! This “B&B” doesn’t take Credit Cards. I guess it’s too convenient. So we found out that someone in England has our card info for absolutely no reason. The innkeeper mentioned this at breakfast in front of everyone like we were deadbeats. If we knew that our card wasn’t charged, we would have just skipped this town all together. Anyways, we drove down the road to see Beatrix Potter’s museum (the author of The Tale of Peter Rabbit). We went through the gift shop and saw a film and a figurine museum of all her characters. It was really cool, but only took forty minuets to go through. Of course we got a souvenir of a Peter Rabbit plant pot for the baby and stickers with her name that only Tim and I know. I figure it will be a fun day when I read a Peter Rabbit Story to her and then we plant a flower in the pot so she can watch it grow in her room. Then we drove down the scary narrow roads to her house. From there we got a map of her hiking trails. It took us forever to get to the starting point. We drove on these roads that my mom told me about. There is truly only room for one car at a time. If you see another car, you have to back up until the road widens just a bit for the other car to pass. And “No, mom, it is NOT a fun experience at all like you said it would be.” It scared the crap out of us mainly because we got more scratches on the side of the car and on the mirror. We WILL be paying the entire deductable for this car, which doesn’t put our mind at ease. We have videotape footage of the insane driving here. After we made it to the start of the trail we decided to sit on the top of a hill in a pasture to eat our sandwiches we packed. We had a view from The Sound of Music. It was picturesque and that was about it. A picture cannot capture the cold and the wind. So went we look back in our scrapbook all we will remember is the scenery. We headed back and stayed at the room to get a little rest. It’s not so bad being in the room when your eyes are closed. We headed out around 5:00 to catch Indian Jones at a tiny local Cinema. We stumbled upon it last night as we were walking around. The thing that made us laugh were the previews. They showed one movie trailer and then closed the curtains. The lights came back on and music started again. I laughed as Tim said his famous words from this trip, “This angers and confuses me.” A minute later the curtains re-opened and the film started. And that brings us to the present where we are uploading all our journal entries and pictures at the same coffee shop we went to last night. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that coffee shops here order alcohol as well? I never have seen that before.

It's official!

Peter and Benjamin getting into mischief.

AWWWWWW!

Malinda at Wray Castle on a hike.

Cow pasture picnic. Good times!

The hills are alive with the sound of music.