Playing catchup on our travels, I am finding it difficult to remember that it is almost two weeks later that I have found my blog again. Lack of wifi and time, having too good a trip I guess.
We took a good drive down to the English coast at Folkestone to visit my nephew Simon and family, Julia, Robert and Nell in thier lovely new house there.
A sumptuous lunch, with fois gras to get us in the mood for Perigourdine France, then summer BBQ lamb kebabs. Then a walk along the beachfront in gorgeous sun, where a holiday weekend festival was going on, and everyone having a good time before the kids return to school there.
Only one small detour on the way back but nearly an unwarranted trip through the dreaded Dartford Tunnel. AT least we checked on our rouote to Gatwick for the next day.
The statuory holiday in England proved a bit disastrous weather wise, heavy rain almost all day and a pool outside our house. Anne's plan for a summer BBQ was quickly converted to indoor visiting with all her family, which wasn't weather dependent. All had fun together, the little girls (1 and 4) behaved perfectly and we would up with the usual family card games before Sarah left for home and work in the morning.
Tuesday is Anne & Graeme's day with granddaughters so Ted and I drove south to Oxshott for a visit with long-time friends Trish and Art Torr, sadly our last gvisit with him I am sure. We enjoyed hearing all about their growing dynasty, 8th grandchild expected soon, and about all the family spread across the world.
I navigated our way back to london across town to Chiswick, dropped off a spare suitcase of UK clothing (hope we don't need it in France) to my sister Mary, who was not in residence. Thus Ted ad I took a walk down to the Thames pubs at Strand on the Green, and renewed our acquintance with several draft beers and pub grub. While we sat outside, it began to rain...
That evening we thanked our hosts with dinner at Loch Fyne, not entirely a success with no beer, no mussels but lots of other good things to quaff and devour, including a great lobster bisque.
Wednesday morning, we set off at a reasonable 8:45am for Gatwick airport. I should ad the traffic jam coming into London was horrendous and people do this on their daily commute. Perish the thought. But Simon & Julia commute by train from Folkestone too!
Off to France looking for sun...
We took a good drive down to the English coast at Folkestone to visit my nephew Simon and family, Julia, Robert and Nell in thier lovely new house there.
A sumptuous lunch, with fois gras to get us in the mood for Perigourdine France, then summer BBQ lamb kebabs. Then a walk along the beachfront in gorgeous sun, where a holiday weekend festival was going on, and everyone having a good time before the kids return to school there.
Only one small detour on the way back but nearly an unwarranted trip through the dreaded Dartford Tunnel. AT least we checked on our rouote to Gatwick for the next day.
The statuory holiday in England proved a bit disastrous weather wise, heavy rain almost all day and a pool outside our house. Anne's plan for a summer BBQ was quickly converted to indoor visiting with all her family, which wasn't weather dependent. All had fun together, the little girls (1 and 4) behaved perfectly and we would up with the usual family card games before Sarah left for home and work in the morning.
Tuesday is Anne & Graeme's day with granddaughters so Ted and I drove south to Oxshott for a visit with long-time friends Trish and Art Torr, sadly our last gvisit with him I am sure. We enjoyed hearing all about their growing dynasty, 8th grandchild expected soon, and about all the family spread across the world.
I navigated our way back to london across town to Chiswick, dropped off a spare suitcase of UK clothing (hope we don't need it in France) to my sister Mary, who was not in residence. Thus Ted ad I took a walk down to the Thames pubs at Strand on the Green, and renewed our acquintance with several draft beers and pub grub. While we sat outside, it began to rain...
That evening we thanked our hosts with dinner at Loch Fyne, not entirely a success with no beer, no mussels but lots of other good things to quaff and devour, including a great lobster bisque.
Wednesday morning, we set off at a reasonable 8:45am for Gatwick airport. I should ad the traffic jam coming into London was horrendous and people do this on their daily commute. Perish the thought. But Simon & Julia commute by train from Folkestone too!
Off to France looking for sun...
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