I fell in love with Scottish oatmeal in Pitlochry and haven’t been able to find the equivalent in Brighton until this week. It’s similar to Irish steel-cut oats: nutty and creamy all at once. The perfect sick food. Yes, apparently my wimpy American immune system has succumbed to yet another British bug.
At Hove Park.
England’s out of the World Cup after a crushing defeat at the hands of Germany. Yet most of the pubs around town, including this one at the corner of Churchill Square, are still proudly flying St. George’s Cross. Or maybe everyone is too depressed (or too hung over) to take them down.
AC crosses the finish line at Hove Lawns after riding 60 miles (from Hove up to outskirts of London and then back down to Hove) in 5.5 hours. He’s the one on the left in the red helmet. And this time, he’s fully clothed
Smiling despite the long queue at Victoria Station to buy an Oyster card for the Underground. AC uses his deductive powers to determine that the Jubillee Line was closed and that we needed to take three different tube trains to our destination. Then the Super Sleuth found us a free bus to take us to [...]
Cerys and Sam at the West Pier, aka the “Burned Out Pier.”
Sam handed me a story today. “It has a girl with a funny name!” she cried. From top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, it reads: Hi Sam I am Fib Hi Fib I say We love my Dad We show Fib around the house Bye bye Fib We say
Snack time!
Cerys and Sam slide down the ramp at bouncy “Skull Island” while Hamza looks on. We celebrated Cerys’s half birthday today with rides and games at the Brighton Pier. Six months from now the Pier will be frozen and dark, but today it was nothing but sunshine and warm breezes. Summer comes to the UK [...]
Sunrise: 4:47AM Sunset: 9:18PM
AC and Sam take part in the Take Part International Festival of Sport in Brighton’s Preston Park.
What Sam was writing as she tended to Molly Bear who was mysteriously ill today. Sam is nearly 100% well and got back into playing today with a vengeance. Not sure what the cause of the 3-day fever was, but we’re thankful it’s gone (or that it’s confined to Molly Bear.)
After a day of tending to still sick Sammy, I went to see “Salome” with Robin at the Brighton Royal Theatre. We liked it. It was nearly as bloody as “Macbeth.” My favorite part was Salome doing the dance of the seven veils wearing a bubble gum pink wig and carrying a giant boom box. [...]
We don’t seem to be able to go more than 2 weeks without some sort of illness. I suspect that our immune systems just can’t handle these Old World viruses. Poor Sam has barely left the sofa all day. Here she is watching some telly, just before the fever spiked again. She’s sleeping now.
The most wonderful Macbeth I’ve ever seen. Definitely the most visceral–blood, entrails, smoke, incense, thumping, pounding rhythm and quavering pipes. I cried and I laughed and was generally transfixed. Here the cast sing a stirring Gaelic round for their curtain call in the beautiful Globe theatre on the Thames in London.
My friend Robin (from Altoona days!) arrived in Brighton today– the last stop on her month-long European tour of theaters, museums, and chocolate.
This is the pre-ride shot. But I do have proof that AC did bare all on the Brighton Naked Ride, as did some hundreds others. At the end of the ride he apparently took a dip in the sea as well. According to one of his mates, he is now a full-fledged Brightonian.