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England Chronicles #4--York, or Viiiiiikings!

We are staying at Lady Anne Middleton's, which sounds like we have posh friends.  No, just my credit card has posh friends, to book rooms here.  A nice hotel with character.

I somehow thought Jorvik the Viking Experience was more like a museum and less like the Disney Haunted House ride, but I enjoyed it none-the-less. 

York is a beautiful small city -- so walkable.  In fact, I walked the city walls this afternoon while Jumper Girl did whatever she did.

Now we are off to find a pub for dinner.  More, maybe, after dinner.

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England Chronicles #3: Mothers' Day Version

as always, click to embiggen

Yep, I spent the day with my girl.  We lazed about until 10:30 and then happened to run into Mr. & Mrs. Scholar Man (she is going to be Mrs. Scholar Man), who were about to schlep from the hotel, where they had spent the night, back to their flat in college.  Jumper Girl asked if they needed help, and indeed the newlyweds would appreciate getting the big pile o' wedding gifts back to the flat.

So we did that for an hour, admired the flat, and Jumper Girl exercised her prodigious bouquet-preservation skills on the bridal/maid-of-honor bouquets.  Then Mrs. Scholar Man confessed herself exhausted: "As much as I'd like to just chat, I'm done in."  So we offski'ed, and walked across the Cam to find lunch.

Cambridge sure is crowded on weekends.

Shopping and milling about, and then back to the hotel to meet up with Jumper Girl's father, stepmother, and two younger siblings, plus assorted French cousins.  I do love to watch JG play with younger children.

Meet Mr & Mrs. Scholar Man

as always, click on the image to enlarge

Left to right, the mother of the groom, the bride, the groom, and the stepmother of the groom.  The ceremony was lovely and the reception a great success.

I'm so happy for them.

England Chronicles #2 Divided by a Common Language (Temporal Version)

I don't know if it is England, Cambridge, or just the various food venues we've visited, but something's chapping my hide.

The tempo of the restaurant service.

This morning, we sat down for breakfast.  The hostess person brought coffee cups over....but it was almost 15 minutes later before the carafe of coffee arrived.

Yesterday, we were seated for lunch, and the meals (nothing fancy, a ploughman's and two different types of salad) took 20 minutes from ordering to delivery.

It is just a different rhythm, I think, but it grates against my American training or expectations.  Jumper Girl and I decided that we'll be timing things, in the future, and see when we get impatient. 

Stand by for further anthropological details.

England Chronicles #1

Made it safely to Heathrow, found Jumper Girl, and made it to our coach from Heathrow to Cambridge.

Met Scholar Woman -- she is lovely and delightful.  I'm impressed with her ability to meet numerous new relations.

Off to the rehearsal dinner in a few minutes.

I may or may not be able to upload photographs from this connection.  But photos are indeed promised.

Aaaaand Ooooofffff We Go

Off to observe Scholar Man & Scholar Woman's Nuptials.   Maybe I'll blog while I'm gone, maybe I won't.

See you on the 21st.

When in Worry, When in Doubt

When in Worry, When in Doubt
Run in Circles
Scream and Shout

That is where I am in my travel preparations.

Do you know where my coral top is?  I don't.   Jettison that set of outfits.  Oh well. 

Jumper Girl and I at least know where to meet up at Heathrow day after tomorrow.