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Two more weeks…

The past 6 weeks have been slow-moving and achy. After much abuse and pain my ankle (and head) finally relented and agreed to ankle reconstruction surgery.

Standards at Salisbury

Home and History

Standards at Salisbury

Birthday Boy We have been back for over a week now, and I wanted to capture the memories of a wonderful trip home before they become more elusive. Memories always fade somewhat, no matter how hard you try to keep hold of them. Usually they are mysteriously replaced with overall impressions of how awful the weather was and how wonderful it was to renew friendships and have instant access to our families. Being back amongst… Read More »

Travels with the Grannies – Part 6 – The way back home

Our last stop was at Dewey Beach. True to form the wind was whipping up a sand storm and all the sensible people were hiding in their houses. We braved the wind and cold though, finding a shallow hole to shelter in until it got too much even for us. The last day of Road Trip was a drive back into familiar territory as we drove across the Bay Bridge and up through the Delmarva… Read More »

Travels with the Grannies – Part 5 – Virginian impressions

The house on the beach was everything we had hoped for; everyone had their own bedroom and there was a lovely meal, expertly cooked by Garnet. We were enthusiastically greeted by him and Monty. Sebastian was especially over-whelmed at seeing his dad again and having some male company at last. They spent a fair bit of that evening reallyappreciating Star Wars Lego in the way reserved mainly for those with a Y chromosome.   We were literally… Read More »

Travels with the Grannies – Part 4 – back North along the shore

The Road We left Charleston and Savannah after too little time and headed Northwards along the coast. Previously the air in the car had been one of excitement with a bit of anxiousness thrown in. As we headed along the coast though, we all felt a bit subdued – a feeling that was mirrored by the weather that had turned cloudy and colder. By that time our days in the car had fallen into a… Read More »

Savannah buildings and trees

Travels with the Grannies – Part 3 – How we fell in love with the Southern Cities

Savannah buildings and trees

Savannah church Mercer House After exploring Savannah and Charleston, my FaceBook status read:  “Loving the Southern cities… More time, more time, more time please?” Junk shop They are very different places and unfortunately we only had one day in each. We tried to make the most of the days though. We experienced enough of each city to get a flavour of its character and a taste to go back and explore each more intimately someday. … Read More »

Me and Monty at Monticello

Travel with the Grannys – Part 2 – On through the Carolina’s

Me and Monty at Monticello

Rather worryingly on the second day of our trip I found myself looking forward to not having to be the driver for the day. We visited Monticello, Thomas Jefferson’s house. The house and garden provided an insight into the quirks and personality of the man and how he must have lived his life. I was especially intrigued by the great clock in the front hall, designed by him. It kept time using a mechanism of… Read More »

Travels with the Grannys – part 1 – the journey begins

The Road Trip was wonderful, fun, eye-opening and at times frustrating and definitely tiring. I meant to write about it earlier but, as with all the best intentions, life seems to get in the way. Sometimes these experiences are best told from a distance when not every detail can be recalled meticulously, or so I tell myself. Instead memories can come back in an unordered fashion, tumbling to compete, not lined up chronologically like the wives… Read More »

Monty has retrieved the ball

Getting fit and stuff

Monty has retrieved the ball

Today I tried a new form of exercise. Pool running. It sounds mad, and feels crazy but I think it may be a bit addictive. Basically you are strapped into a small flotation device, that looks a bit like a windsurfing harness*, and let loose at the deep-end to make running movements to progress up the pool. Progress is slow. The overriding impression, apart from ‘how ridiculous must I look?’, was ‘now I know what people… Read More »