Unfortunately, Sunday was rainy and fifty degrees. But the Davieses are nothing if not committed (or should be) so we got in the car and drove East to our state's capital, Annapolis. The place is named after one of our queens and sits on the River Severn so I was feeling very at home. We even found a restaurant serving fish and chips and somehow convinced our American friends to have lunch there.
Sadly, inevitably, the fish and chips were a disappointment, and as the rain fell outside the Muckers decided to do their weekly shopping (!?) instead of come to the beach. The beach in question was Sandy Point State Park which I'm sure is lovely in the summer but as the rain blew in horizontal, traffic rumbled across the Maryland Bay Bridge, and all the loos were shut because it was out of season, I found myself transported back to any number of British summer holidays. A bit more mud, a few more donkeys, and we would have been in Weston-super-Mare.
There was the chance for some family photos before lunch and storms. How charming.
And some more.
Be careful, Christine - you know what they say about oysters.
Hot drinks and pastries at a nearby cafe for dessert.
Then we were abandoned, just like this beach. That's the Severn out there, but not the Severn Bridge.
Why wouldn't you come to a beach with us?
Wish you were here.
The rains came down and the floods came up.
Like icebergs and hypothermia.
