Saturday, 2 September 2017

East to West

Our time in the mother country is coming to an end and we're about to head back to see how much damage Harvey has done to Houston.  Our neighbours (who were temporarily stranded in Chicago) say that no flooding happened in our area.  We shall see soon enough.  Trump came to the city today so I'm sure he's sorted everything now.

We've been packing our final days with all the family and friends we haven't previously seen, and plenty we've seen several times.  We took in a classic West Country village show and a slap-up lunch in London, as well as more beach going, and...er...lots more lunches, dinners, etc.  The weather has been idyllic by English standards and - of course - when compared to the weather back in Texas.

Thank you to everyone who's hosted us during our long sojourn on this side of the Atlantic, and for lots of others who have traveled to say hello.  The invitation to Houston is always open...but maybe avoid the hurricane season.


And the winner of Frome's most beautiful couple...couldn't be here today.


Everywhere in Somerset is like this.


Edmund, Greta, Pete.


Two of the great West Country families - the Hollands and the Davieses.


And the usual chaos of a joint picnic.


Does it have a cold?  No, it's just a little horse!


Two things made in England in 1933.


A somewhat alarming JCB demonstration.


Don't try it, Pete.



Classic agricultural show.


Is that legal Aunty Em?


In Paddington station they show you the flights out of Heathrow!  Look, there's Houston!!  Oh...


Pete and Meg out and about in London!



At the National Maritime Museum.


Aye aye.


The place has some extremely amazing things, including this engraved cannonball from the Battle of Trafalgar.


Meg takes the helm in the ship simulator!  We ran aground.


Looking down on London from the Royal Observatory.


Together, and yet so far apart.  Standing each side of the Greenwich Meridian.