The wonderful man, Ray, from University College, has taken Bob and me down to the rugby (soccer? football? badminton? whatever) field to show us where and how Bill Clinton's Chinook blasted out the greenhouse windows when he and Hillary came to visit Chelsea.
Ok. So Bob and Ray are getting all excited over the Chinook details. I am bored to tears and can no longer fake interest. Then I notice these roses.
If you walk into a pub and take a seat, the waitstaff will smile at you pleasantly but not even consider approaching your table. That's because pubs are self serve.
Two weeks. Few ways to easily do laundry. The possibility of constant rain. Of cold. Of working up a sweat while biking and hiking. Clothes to look decent in at decent restaurants, should we choose such a path. Shoes that can get wet. That can soothe and protect while walking eight hours or so a day. Clothes to layer so we can add or subtract easily.
All in one bag that isn't too big to carry on as who wants to be slowed down at baggage claims.Here are all the clothes I took. Plus the ones I was wearing. They turned out to be almost perfect. What we learned from the not perfect clothes we will change for next year. We're smart like that.