Then it was off to Mat's garage with Goddaughter Charity in tow, to sift through the debris of our past life. The wheeled vegetable rack was still there, as was the purple fish-shaped bath pillow we have missed SO much since moving away. Hopefully it's our stuff that gets shipped to the USA rather than Mat's fly-mo and gardening gloves.
Dinner was taken in the Traveler's Rest pub, in the village where we used to live. The standard of the food has gone way up since we left, and the fish and chips I had (of course) were fantastic. Due to Mat's heating packing up and his kettle being the only source of warmth, we had a night in the luxury of Alana's house where she even gave up her bed (with electric blanket!) for us. Greater love hath no one.
Castles, bridges, medieval shops.
Mat, outside the Theology department, taking cake to his students. The place has gone soft since we were there.
Ah, the cathedral, built in 1093! Don't have many of these in California.
Harry Weeks, our first baby, who is now big and a fencing champion.
Dad Stuart works through some tricky homework with young David (named after me).
Out at the garage, and Mat lends moral support to the sorting effort.
Goddaughter Charity entertained us with a dramatic reading from Hannah's favourite book growing up. Ah, Enid Blyton, how I've missed your racist and sexist tales.
