From Texas to Herefordshire

Ten days in Houston was never going to be long enough, but we packed it in after Miles and Reuben's return from the horse ranch: NASA, tacos, the beach, warships, etc.  Miles is genuinely worried that Reuben is going to saddle up and head for the hills, so taken is the kid with the big country.  We've tried to impress on him that the easiest way to spend time here long-term is to study hard and come out for university; he seems more interested ranching and oil.  Definitely a Texan now.

The business end of a Saturn V rocket.

Miles, who I met while he was studying his Masters in Archaeology, tries to explain space flight, with hilarious results.

Houston, we have a problem...if Reuben isn't allowed to come here for every holiday for the rest of his life.

These cowboys have nothing to fear.

Very long horns.

Showing off his ranch skills.

No idea what's going on here.

Introducing Reuben to the all-American diet.

Not Pete's first Twinkie.

I wonder why Pete and Reuben got on so well.

Some real wargames on the USS Texas.  

Gunnery duties.

 More likely what they'd have been tasked with on board.

Final dinner out, where you got to barbecue your own food!  Pete and Reuben suitably impressed.

Happy, relaxed, Texan.