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... Perhaps it is because I seem to hang out with a lot of English senior citizens. For break, Paul got something called "dome coffee cake" and it turned out to be like a big Mallomar. Definitely not a salad.
Jill and Gary came over to say their goodbyes before returning to Jersey tomorrow,. We continue to try to convince them to come visit us in Washington, Gary has been sick with some kind of flu/bug for 3 days, ...
... maker was born here in 1718, and there is a statue honoring him near Manor Sq. I walked over to get a photo and noticed that someone has knitted him a yellow hat. probably for the Tour de France.
About the time Mrs. Chippendale was changing babyThomas's nappies, an inn opened at Burley Woodhead at the top of Ilkley Moor. It is called The Hermit and we had Barbara's birthday dinner there tonight. It was very cozy ...
... how/when it was built. Joe and I even climbed all the twisty steps to the dome for a bird's eye view of the city. We've thus far been blessed with excellent weather - blue skies, sunny - some clouds and warm. After visiting St. Paul's and even staying for Evensong, we headed across the Millennium Bridge and walked the South Bank to the London Eye... Which only the guys were brave enough to ...
... though the school holidays had finished and it was a mid-week day, the place was absolutely packed with people. It was probably too cold to swim, although not for the locals, but with the carnival rides and tourist attractions along the beachside, the place was writhing with people.
Boston was an interesting town. They have their own mill which grinds local grains for flour, just near the centre of town. There wasn’t much to ...
... wanted to see them and meet them, and staying with them would be the perfect opportunity to get to know that side of the family better.
However, standing with Paul on the threshold of the door, I suddenly started to wonder what on earth I was doing. I’d hardly even seen photographs of these people, and now I was going to stay in their house in the middle of a remote village on the Yorkshire moors?
I needn’t have worried. My ...