A friend wrote that our trip sounds harrowing. Well, the most harrowing part was watching the Chester version of the last judgement. After much charm, and pathos in the story of God and man, we were treated to the devil winning most the folks, reveling in throwing them into the fires of hell while Gabriel helped. Only Mary and some random angels made it to the great upstairs. Lorna reminded me that Adam also made it to heaven but Eve did not. Certainly pause for thought.

And thoughts we have had, about many things: we have learned that misplaced things are always in the last place you look; we have learned that we can be bang on time, and that when a Scot says you can pee on the boat, he means you can pay on the boat. Whew.

Today has been much about recollecting ourselves, errands and laundry. Kitty and Linda created a dance to the English washing/drying machine. It is a miracle of a machine with a cavity the size of a small beach ball that takes several hours to wash and another three to dry in the same cycle. Blessings on the gift of clean underwear.









Well, not all was housework. Lunch was a leisurely, very leisurely, couple of hours in a pub watching the rain and drinking ale with a waitress who studied American accents and amazingly identified Lorna as from southern Illinois. Her teacher was Russian. Go figure. We have gratitude for a good pint of ale.



We had a grand half hour boat ride in the pouring rain. And the home fires, no, not the hell fires, the home fires were restful and welcome.






Next is the supper of the lamb. Really, Carolyn and Kitty have been have been sautéing garlic and mushrooms, leeks and potatoes, and are working on the lamb. Lorna trekked about getting another bottle of wine to go with it and fresh cheap asparagus. I am on cleanup.











We are grateful for rain and friends (and Charlene, you are much with us).



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