Today Anjeli and her mum invited us to their beach hut after gymnastics. I think one of these would make a great writing cottage… or office for AC’s new business venture ;-).
Archive for August, 2010
is Marroco’s ice cream. A chocolate cone on the beach was the perfect way to spend the August bank holiday–the UK’s version of Labor Day.
“Treachery! Treachery! England is ours!” is what Sam shouted over and over again as she galloped her way through the Battle of Hastings Heritage site and the ruined Abbey that now stands where King Harold fell.
As in the “Battle of Hastings” country. Nothing about this trip went as planned. We missed our train. The train we did end up on was packed and we had to stand with our bicycles at the end of the car. We wanted to visit the Herstmonceux Castle and Science Center, but we were blocked […]
Why run away to the circus when you can build one in your own living room?
It’s performing arts week, apparently, which is perfect because the rain and grey have not let up. AC surprised us with tickets to Zippos Circus. It was my first circus. Sam’s too. We all loved it.
“Oh, help! Oh, no! It’s a Gruffalo!” We were introduced to Julia Donaldson’s classic picture book a couple of years ago when Grand-mère gave Sam a copy of the book for Christmas. Donaldson’s elegant and humorous rhyme translates well to the musical stage. I especially enjoyed the “G-G-G-Gruffalo” song. Nearly everyone exiting the Brighton Royal […]
And we face the hordes at Hove Park. It was worth it to be in the sun.
The good news? My toe is feeling much better. The bad news? The doctor had nothing to do with it. He has no idea what caused the apparent trauma. But I did convince him to refer me to a podiatrist, known in the UK as a chiropodist, apparently.
This weekend it’s been rainy, cloudy, and grey with a chance of grey. Friday night I developed a mysterious toe pain. The mystery is that out of the blue, it hurt to walk on my left foot. I have my suspicions, and we’ll see what the NHS doctor says this week. So between the weather […]
It took us three trains and three hours to make our pilgrimage from Brighton to Canterbury. These are our tales. If you’re expecting something bawdy, you’ll need to read Chaucer. The Mexican Food Lover’s Tale One of the things we miss from the States is Mexican food. So when our friends from London suggested that […]
Sam’s latest literary obsession is Narnia. We’re currently reading the third book of the Chronicles (in publication order), The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, in which the children access Narnia through a painting. The other day Sam said, “I need to get into Narnia.” I asked her if she’d tried the wardrobe in her room. […]
New segment at the start of French class: we make a craft that we use later in songs or activities. These milk jug top ladybugs (ladybirds here in the UK) are pretty easy to make: all you need are milk jug tops, stickers or googly eyes, a permanent marker, and pipe cleaners for antennae. Like […]
I’ll never forget the first time I saw one of these duck-like cars in France in the late 80s. I thought it was a VW Beetle gone very, very wrong. Turns out that the two cars were developed around the same time, just before WWII broke out. I learned this recently while researching a short […]
Our jaunt to Canterbury was not entirely bloodless.
I thought this was a pretty dramatic way to enshrine the spot where the Archbishop of Canterbury, Thomas Beckett, was murdered in 1170. Other less dramatic tales from our trip to Canterbury to come.
We had a quiet, rainy Saturday here, which we welcomed as each of us had indoor things we wanted to do: AC worked on the new business he is setting up; I did some writing and research; Sam trashed the living room. It was all good. At one point I happened to look up and […]
That’s what I imagined this woman was saying to her companion as she waded into the water. The temperature outside was in the mid-50s and it was raining pretty steadily. (Sam and I were bundled up in our rain gear and we were freezing.) Not only did this bather make it all the way in, […]