Time Flies (like an eager beaver... with wings)

Hiya all, I'm back! I've been having too many days out (and trying to actually finish some of the books I brought with me), so travel-blogging has been lower on my to-do list than usual. Well... we'll see how much I can cover this time. As my time here grows shorter, so too must my updates, I suppose...

Day 12 -- Saturday, September 4

As I mentioned earlier (see Day 8), this evening our church, Swindon Citadel, put on a very special event-- the first (annual?) Swindon Citadel's Got Talent!  This was a delightful fund-raiser event, and tons of people showed up. Well, my grandparents had told me about it months before I even came to England, and had asked if I would sing or play something... so of course I'd said yes.

Which meant the days leading up to today held a bit of nervousness for me. And for my grandmother. For, you see, though she was trying to keep it a surprise from me, SHE too was preparing to perform in the talent show. Wow! So there were two of us in this piano-less house running up to a neighbor's place a couple days this week to practice. My grandmother was amazing at keeping her secret, and never let on that's where she was going! (Sadly, a few other people had mentioned her piece to me, not realizing it was meant to be a secret. So I sort of knew all along... :))

Anyway... after all the bustle and busyness (for my hostess-amazing grandmother) and lazyness (for me) of the week, Saturday finally arrived. We mostly spent the day doing last bits of cleaning, getting foodstuffs ready for the event and the guests who were coming over afterward, and then putting our feet up a bit (not that I needed more of that-- but my grandparents did, after the jobbing they'd been busy with for several days!).

The evening arrived. We went over super early to the church, so I could test the piano (having never played on it before) and so my grandmother, queen of the kitchen for the evening, could start getting the refreshments in order. By the time the event began, a great crowd had gathered. There were 13 'acts'-- everything from a 10-year-old boy giving us a martial arts demonstration, to a vocal trio performed by sisters who haven't sung (even to practice) together in 20 years. There were three judges-- one man from the church, along with a visiting pastor and his wife. They undertook to impersonate Simon Cowell & Friends, and did it quite well. Needless to say, the evening was full of fun and laughs-- along with a few more serious, uplifting moments. I played and sang I simple little song I wrote a couple years ago (didn't really have any other music with me!) and my grandmother's piano duet turned out to be loads of fun! I should  mention that, while I have always known of my grandmother as a great pianist (I think of my dad and me as following in her tradition when it comes to our playing at all)... this was the first time I have ever seen or heard her play live. Very, very special.

After the 13 acts, we paused for refreshments (and for the judges to deliberate). I wish I could describe to you-- or share with you-- the foodstuffs these amazing Sally Army ladies prepare for such events. There were dozens of gorgeous cupcakes... a moist and delicious fruitcake (NOT the kind you get at Christmas... just trust me)... sponge cakes... 'cream horns' (pastry tubes filled with rich cream and jam, more or less)... and so much more. Everything from scratch and everything delicious. Maybe it's time I got my act together and forced myself to start baking more...

Anyway, after refreshments and much chatter and laughter, we regrouped and the judges announced the winner. Yes... it's awkward but true. The winner... "honorary member" of Swindon Citadel, all the way from Oregon, USA... EMILY SLATER!!  Hehehe. What can ya do? Unfortunately, because I played and sang at the same time (this is, I grant, a tough thing to do), everyone has the idea that I'm some star piano player. I keep telling them "This is the only song I CAN play and sing together!" No one believes me.

Well... when we all FINALLY left the hall (around 9:45?), we journeyed home and were joined by the visiting pastor and his wife, Ian and Paula. Even though it was late and everyone was tired, the food my grandmother had prepared for supper/tea looked so good we couldn't resist! So, we ate (and I told you I'd say more about my grandmother's hostessing skills, so here goes)...

• salmon sandwiches
• ham rolls
• cheese scones
• crisps (chips)
• fruitcake
• coffee sponge cake
• rasberry sponge cake

And my grandparents and Paula & Ian talked of all their mutual acquaintances from over the years (it's a very, very small world here... amazing)... and it was almost midnight before we all went to bed. Verily, a good day.


Day 13 -- Sunday, September 5

The busyness continues. This morning the five of us got all chatty again over breakfast (nearly made ourselves late!) and then rushed over to Sally Army for the morning meeting. Visiting pastor Ian led the service... it was a special Youth Weekend, and he did a fabulous job of engaging the attention of our gang of school kids.... and of most of the rest of us, as well. :)  Of course, after the service, many of us stayed for ages-- chatting, drinking coffee, chatting some more... can you tell why I love this group? :)

Traditional Sunday roast followed... with some extras because of the guests. Since I've been focusing on my grandmother's amazing hostessing skills in the last few posts, I may as well take a moment to tell you what this meal involved:

• Roast beef
• Yorkshire puddings
• Roast potatoes
• Cauliflower
• Broccoli
• Carrots
• Green beans
• Swede
• Gravy
• Homemade ice cream cake
• Blackberry-apple crumble
• Strawberry pavlovas

Hungry yet?

After this rather delightful (and exhausting) meal, Paula, Ian, and I settled in the lounge to chat over all kinds of deep and philosophical and day-to-day and innovative topics. It was brilliant. (My grandparents were being busy hosts still-- packing up massive meals for Paula & Ian and their kids for their drive home that evening.)

That evening was another service (led by Paula)-- also excellent. Then Paula & Ian hit the road, and my grandparents and I went to Pat & Derek's house for a "gang get-together."  This included two other couples who are close buddies with my grandparents and Pat & Derek. It was a fabulous evening, but I need only tell you two particular things about it (and then I'll close this day's report!).  First, the food:

• Quiche
• Corned beef pie
• Salad
• Bread rolls
• Crisps
• Marble chocolate mousse
• Lemon brulee
• Fruit & cream "surprise"

Second, the laughter: basically, I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard except late at night with my school buddies when we're all short on sleep. And the best part was we weren't even talking about serious things... more like... shower head cleaner and porridge and how to cut up a banana in the most energy-efficient way and.... yeah. Good times.

Diet starts soon.


Day 13 -- Monday, September 6

After the busyness (and crazed eating) of the weekend, everyone in our circle was glad for a quiet, 'clearing-up' kind of morning. Guest bed dismantled, last dishes cleared away, etc. Then it was time for more social activity. Unfortunately, this one day the sun disappeared a bit and we were threatened with rain, so we decided to scrap our afternoon plans-- another nice long walk with Pat & Derek. However, that didn't deter us from walking-- or hanging out with Pat & Derek. So we went to the local outlet mall instead.

You all know what an outlet mall is like, so I'm not bothering any of us with a description. I will only say this-- that it's a lot more fascinating to visit an outlet mall located in the old Swindon rail workshop buildings. These buildings hold around 150 years of Great Western Railway history... AND they're where my buddy Derek got his first job, and subsequently worked for many years. Even though the rail works were shut down in 1986, you can't miss the signs of olden times rail power.

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A quiet, jovial day... a little rain, a little cloud... the first herald of the coming autumn. Delightful.


Day 14 -- Tuesday, September 7

This was predominantly an old-fashioned social visits day... and a kind of day I'm pretty sure we don't have much of in America.

At 10:30, Coffee Guests Round 1 showed up-- Kath, Vera, and Philip. Kath and Vera are sisters (look very much alike) in their 70s, and Philip is Vera's husband. These three are absolutely delightful. And they very kindly have taken an interest in my life (and my brothers' and parents' lives), even though to be honest I don't really remember them (vague recollections of meeting them many, many years back, but that's it). Anyway, we spent almost two hours chatting over coffee, biscuits (cookies, remember?), etc. It's amazing what kind of "news" there is to share when you only visit once a year or less...

There followed a quiet little lunch for my grandparents and me, and then some quiet "jobbing" and reading time.

At 3:30 or 4:00, Coffee Guests Round 2 showed up-- the grown-up daughter of the former next-door neighbors (now passed away), sort of a "niece" to my grandparents and a complicatedly-distant adopted-relative of mine. It's amazing what fabulous friends you can have just by hanging out with your grandparents. :) Anyway, once again there was all the news to catch up on...

There followed a quiet little supper/tea for my grandparents and me.

At 7:00, we showed up at church for choir practice. My grandparents always babysit Helen's kids (see Day 3, 5, etc.) on choir practice night while she sings, so they all met up while I went to sit in on practice. This has become a habit with me over the last three years-- every Tuesday evening I can, I attend 'Songster' practice and sing along and have a jolly good time. Of course, it also gives me an extra chance to interact with the folks from the church (many of whom I still wouldn't see much of just from my grandparents' social events) AND to continue to strengthen my role as "honorary member" of the group. :) After rehearsal, Helen took me back to her house, where her mum and my grandmother and Helen and I sat and (you guessed it) chatted for a very long time before forcing ourselves to go home. Mmmm.... this really is a nice little life, eh?


Day 15 -- Wednesday, September 8

And now to more of a "day out."  Today we visited our friends Beryl & Cliff at their home in Witney, a lovely and very old town near Oxford. Witney has all the shops needed to be modern and fun, but all the heritage (plus some) and gorgeous centuries-old buildings to be awe-inspiring. For many long years, Witney was famous for its blanket-making. I know-- that's an odd thing to have as your main product and export-- but considering electric heating didn't come to homes until hundreds of years after this area was settled, the warmth of sheeps'-wool blankets would have been critically important and dearly treasured. These days, there is still a Witney blanket manufacturer, but it's not actually located in Witney anymore; the old times have definitely passed away. And yet, the town still has a story ready to be told.

We began at Beryl & Cliff's home for coffee around 10:30. (If you aren't catching on... this is officially coffee time over here. Miss your 10:30 coffee, the whole day might go wrong.)  Eventually we forced ourselves out (in spite of the impending doom of rain... which never actually really happened) into the old town centre area. Beautiful.

(This be my gang.)

Once we'd seen the sights of the town, we went back to Beryl & Cliff's for lunch... and more coffee (or maybe it was tea this time). Then we went out again-- this time to the old "market town" (once) of Burford. This old Cotswolds (see Days 5 & 11) town has been a favorite of mine since we visited it at Christmastime in 2005. There was something then about the snow on the centuries-old rooves... and the lights hung on every tree and building... that sort of won me over. Turns out, though (I discovered last year or the year before), that I love it just as much in the summer! And apparently the weather-designer was aware of this, because just as we arrived at Burford, the sun came out, bright and hot.

By the time we'd soaked up the sun and toured the shops here, it was time to head back once more to Witney for a little sleep-in-the-sun and then supper. For our first course, we enjoyed giant servings of fish 'n' chips from the local Chippy Shop. For the second course, Beryl created (before our very eyes) the most amazing dessert...

(You can't tell from the picture, but this 'mountain' was a good ten inches high at least.)

Well, after more chatting (discussion of the day's national news) and more coffee, it was time to head home-- so full of good food we could have cried, and so pleased with the day that "That really was lovely, wasn't it?" was repeated far too many times in the car. Another beautiful, sunny, social day with amazing people.

It's late, I'm sleepy, so I'm gonna end here for now. More reports to come soon. And-- I'm sorry for not offering the usual "two extra thoughts before I go"... they're in my head... I just am choosing not to bother getting them out in type tonight. Soon. :)

Cheers.

The Laws of Relaxation

Hello all,
It's Sunday, and I'm banned out of the kitchen whilst Sunday roast preparation goes on in there, so I thought it might be a good time to get started on my update on the past few days. Admittedly I'm having a hard time concentrating, because of a combination of fabulous smells coming out of the kitchen and of "A Little Fall of Rain" (Les Misérables) playing quietly in the background (it's the kind of music that makes you cry inside). But, I'll struggle hard and hopefully win the battle of attention-- enough to produce some kind of decent update. :)

So, to pick up where we left off (and by the way, yes, I did notice that I had dated Day 7 wrong)...


Day 8 -- Tuesday, August 31

In America we get excited about several sports-- football, baseball, basketball especially. In England, well, we don't even have those. We do have football, but it's what you call soccer. But besides football/soccer, our big love is cricket.
Now, in the States I have a hard time caring much about sports, it's true. But some of you may have been aware of the drastic change in Emily around the time of the World Cup (football/soccer). That would be because that's one sport I can actually watch and enjoy. The other... would be that slow, peaceful, overly pedantic, tea-drinkers', gentlemen's sport cricket. I know, I know... but what can I do?
So, last summer I attended a day of cricket with my grandfather, and the plan was to do so again this year. Today (Tuesday) was the day planned. However, I still had a bit of a cold, and we all felt that perhaps one more full day at home, rather than a full day out, would be smart-- just in the interests of getting well for good and all. This particular cricket match (Gloucester vs. Derbyshire, for those who care) was slated to last three or four days, so I planned to go on Thursday instead.
So, my Poppa went off to cricket early in the morning, and I enjoyed another "lazy" day, which included a stroll into town with my grandmother in the afternoon, after which I stayed in town and meandered around the shops some more... visited my favorite coffee shop... and actually read a book for a while. Amazing, I know.
To be honest, there's not much that makes me feel more at home and "back in Europe" than sitting for a while in an obscure coffee shop (I have avoided Starbucks since I got here) with a book or Bible, a notebook, and a good pen. It's unfortunate that my best coffee shop pen has a tendency to explode on long plane flights, resulting in a bit of a mess of ink later... but G. K. Chesteron probably doesn't mind the extra splotches on my copy of his book. He's probably just glad that I'm reading it and taking notes instead of chatting on Facebook.

I didn't take any pics this day, but here are a few more of "around home" that I took earlier.

The First Law of Relaxation: Always carry a notebook and a really good pen. (And don't be afraid of ink splotches.)


Day 9 -- Wednesday, September 1

Oh my word. I can't believe it's September already! I can't believe the year has flown by like this! I can't believe it's been a whole year since I began that final semester at Corban! I can't believe it's ONLY been a year since I was that person ... whom I'm certainly not anymore! Funny how life changes. And flies by (say it with me!) when you're having fun...

Right. Back to it.

This was the big surprise day. And by big surprise, I mean-- everyone else here in the Swindon gang knew what was in store for me today, and everyone knew it was grand, and everyone was fantastic at keeping it a profound secret. Beforehand I only knew (1) that my grandparents and I and Pat and Derek would be going off on an all-day adventure, (2) that we'd be leaving the house around 7:30, and (3) that we'd probably be tired when we got home. 
Unfortunately for the great secret makers, I am good at making connections. So anything requiring this much secrecy, I figured must mean something "big" by our standards-- i.e. a concert, play, or show, or some really important place I'd never visited before (which severely limits the field cuz most of those places are too far away for a day trip). Also, the facts that we'd be out all day, be tired when we got home, and be leaving the house at 7:30, told me it was a trip to London. (Coach leaves the Swindon station at 8:00. They didn't think I'd remember that, though, did they? And last summer during our London day I heard that we'd be tired when we got home. They didn't think I'd make a silly connection like that, either, did they?)  Sooooo all added together, I rather guessed that (1) we were headed to London for a day, and (2) we'd be seeing a show there. Didn't know which one or what kind, though.
Well, we left the house at 7:30... arrived at the coach (bus) station a few minutes later (Dennis from down the road gave us a lift-- wasn't that lovely?) and queued up with Pat & Derek (already waiting there) for the coach to London. Hurrah!!
Some of you may know I absolutely adore London. And some of you may also realize how very strange a fact that is. Because, of course, I used to HATE large crowds, cities, busy streets I might be in danger of having to cross-- all of it! And, I'm pretty sure I used to hate London-- I mean, my first memories of it (age 10) involve good times, yes, but also lots of rain and long hours in traffic. So, the fact that in the past three years I've come to absolutely adore a good day or two in London probably makes some people laugh. But oh... how I adore it.
Well, with these newer feelings toward the place, it was with great delight that I hopped onto that coach and watched the scenery go by as we neared my beloved city. And it was with greater delight that I began to recognize some familiar sights (fuzzy pictures because they were taken through the coach windows).

Of course there are so often those tiny interesting oddities waiting to be noticed.

(I'm pretty sure this says, "Happy Birthday Emma," in Welsh. And I'm pretty sure they are sticky-notes-- tons of them-- stuck on the inside of the window. And this makes me very, very happy.)

(What this actually means is "No pedestrians here." What it looks like to me is a ban on attitudinal tap-dancers.)

When we arrived in London (around 10 a.m.) we spent a couple of relaxed hours wandering around some of the more famous sites, including a short stop at Buckingham Palace (no, we didn't see the Queen).

(This is my gang-- in order L-R, my granddad Keith, Pat, Derek, my grandmother Vi. Two couples who have been best friends for decades.)

Something I find interesting about London is how, even with the thick crowds and never-ending supply of "places of interest" to see, plus the big red double-decker busses and all the other traffic, it still feels so open and free to me. I don't understand this. Do you? But anyway.

For lunch, my gang had in mind a Scottish steakhouse of some kind, but when that fell through they opted for Pizza Hut. What good Americans they'd make. :)

Well, after a delightful couple of hours wandering around in this beautiful city, we started to head-- somewhere-- because we had to be this special somewhere by 2:30. My guess was still that it was a matinee showing of a musical-- although which one, I didn't know. We passed several of the great theatres and near one of them I thought, "Wow, my gang back home would LOVE to see this one..."

And then... we stopped walking up the street, and instead walked into that theatre, and took our (rather splendid) seats, and watched Les Misérables.
I certainly understand that musicals are not for everyone. And I quite believe that this particular musical isn't for everyone (I know some people who hate it). But if you've ever enjoyed the sound and style of musicals, and haven't yet heard this one, I beg you to give it a try. I think the too-short hours in the Queen's Theatre, London, this week may have been the first time at a concert or show that the singing, singers, and emotion/story have combined for me to be absolute, 100% glory. Okay, maybe not 100%.... just 100% of what's possible on this earth.
Well, three hours later, while we were still floating in a cloud of glory, we bundled into a black taxi (lovely of that theatre fellow to show us just where to stand and put our hands out, eh?) and quickly got back to Victoria Station, where we grabbed a sandwich and hopped onto the coach to begin the journey back to Swindon. It hurt a little to leave London, I must admit-- especially not having an idea for sure of when I'll see this happy city again. But I think this place has a place in my future somehow, sometime.... hopefully next summer, to see another musical...

London always has a lot to say to me. For one thing, this place makes me feel much more hopeful about the future of the English human race, as far as their fashion is concerned. Good grief. Can our business people dress like this, please? And for another-- well, anywhere there are this many humans there is plenty of opportunity to observe both the best and worst of the world, and the need (in the words of Gandhi) to "be the change you wish to see in the world." After our few hours walking around the city, the Les Mis Finale resonated with me:

Will you join in our crusade?

Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes...

Yes... a good day in London Town. Tens of thousands of people must pass through this city every day, and today I was only one of them. Why is it, then, that I felt like one in a million, floating on that cloud of gladness?

The Second Law of Relaxation: Take the time to glory in both the mundane and the sublime.


Day 10 -- Thursday, September 2

Sooo it's finally cricket day!! Except... when we got home from London last night, we found out that in an absolutely unbelievable reversal of fortunes, Gloucester (seemingly the winners-to-be as of the end of Tuesday) had epically failed at the Wednesday portion of the match, resulting in an early loss and end of the match. So, no cricket today after all!
Instead, my grandfather decided to find another adventure for me. So the two of us enjoyed a leisurely drive through the country, back to Hungerford (see Day 7) to enjoy the many shops there. We'd passed through too quickly the previous Monday to actually look in any of these shops, but since the town is famous for its antique and book shops, it seemed like a good way to spend a few hours.
I can always spend ages in used & antique book shops... and the "regular" antique shops were rather fascinating, as well! Plus, the town is just plain pretty.

(One of the extensive antiques collections.)

Once our browsing energy was depleted, we got back in the car and came back to Swindon via the "extra scenic route." In this 45 minute spell we traveled through Berkshire, Gloucestershire, and finally back to native Wiltshire.

Our peaceful drive brought us home to a quiet dinner and (probably) some pleasant telly-watching. Aye, this be the life.

Third Law of Relaxation: A 45-minute drive can be a stressful commute, OR it can be a restful, scenic delight.


Day 11 -- Friday, September 3

Yet another day of quiet and laziness. The reason for today's ease, however, was not our lack of planning (or a cricket squad's lack of playing). In fact, it was because of our careful planning for the weekend. Saturday evening was going to be a special talent show night at our church, and both my grandmother and I were planning to perform. Plus, my grandmother was in charge of coordinating all the refreshments for this event (and bringing some of them herself). Plus, that night a visiting pastor and his wife would be staying with us. Plus, Sunday would be non-stop hosting, church, hosting some more, church, and then being hosted for a dinner party. So... all in all, it was felt quite strongly by the matriarch of 7 Farleigh Crescent (and presumably by the patriarch as well) that Friday should be an at-home, pottering-around-the-house, cooking, cleaning, preparing kind of day.

Now... any of you who really know my lifestyle know that this is rather different to how I live. If I had a busy Saturday and Sunday like that, I would most likely also have a packed-out Friday, and then do my preparations in the middle of the night...

As I have mentioned previously, the gang here have a much different idea of time and busyness than I do. Among other things, they plan plenty of time ahead (and know, down to the quarter-day, when the guestbed should be made up and when the dishes should go out on the breakfast table for the next day). And they plan plenty of time after. Again, if this had been one of my busy weekends back home, I'd be up early Monday and off to the next a dventure. Not so here. Planning anything for Monday morning was considered entirely out of the question, because a few hours at least would be needed for "clearing up." Now, I would  have to clear up, too, in my crazy world... but here it's given a dedicated morning, or even day, to itself.

Thought: I think at my phase in life, it's okay for me to be so much busier than these folks are. I think it's okay to pack a whole lot more in each day than they do here. (After all-- they're retired. I'm not.)  But... Is it possible that leaving time to prepare for and clear up from each major event leads to an overall less crazy, less stressful, more healthy lifestyle? Hmm. This is something I may have to ponder.... :)

Anyway. Since I wasn't even allowed to help with the housework, our friends Pat & Derek picked me up in the early afternoon Friday to take me off for an adventure. They took me out to the Cotswolds Water Park, which is just a few miles north of us (but stretches for many miles further north, west, and east). The Cotswolds Water Park is a sprawling set of 147 small lakes left from gravel digging. Some of these lakes are brand new; some are decades, maybe centuries old. Some have become favorite fishing spots; some are water-sport spots. Some are just gorgeous, peaceful homes to ducks and swans.

The latter make for good walks. And since the Cotswolds are also famous for canals, rivers, forests, and lovely old cottages, good walks are all too available. So, we walked.

After a good long walk, we moved on to another lake nearby, walked some more, then settled in for a long sit, chat, and picnic tea.

It was approaching sundown before we finally headed back to Swindon, to 7 Farleigh Crescent. Once there, my grandmother was all ready with tea and biscuits (cookies) for us all to have a good chat. Of course, she'd accomplished miracles in the housekeeping world in our absence. (Amazing, amazing lady. More to come on this.) Eventually Pat & Derek drifted home to do their own preparations for the weekend's festivities, and we settled down into our quiet evening routine (I think an Agatha Christie murder mystery was the evening's telly entertainment). It's hard to believe it's really me doing all this quiet, peaceful, non-busy living.

Speaking of which-- the others here will tell you we've been keeping busy. They'll tell you we've been out every day doing something (we have) and that's quite a good amount to fit in. Don't listen to them. This is the laziest I've been in as long as I can remember!

The Fourth Law of Relaxation: Leave time in between things so even busyness is relaxing.


Whew. It's horrifying how long it takes me to think out and write these updates. I think I'd better end for now, in the hope of getting some sleep tonight! A couple of parting thoughts:

1. Since we got back from London Wednesday night, I have listened to the Les Mis soundtrack 7 or 8 times all through, and I've listened to my favorite few songs up to 17 times. I think I may be addicted.

2. It's really weird not having a car of my own. I mean, seriously... I've spent the last 9 months half living out of my car. And now I don't even have one. It's been two weeks and I'm still not adjusted. Huh. Oh well!

Cheers.

P.S.

1. I AM now friends with Steve's daughter on facebook (see Day 1).

2. Since Friday, the weather has shifted back to summer sunshine. Which is great for all of us, even though I for one do love the fall. At least until mid September, it needs to stay sunny, lest the oft-heard comment "What miserable weather, eh?" again toll as a funeral bell throughout the land.

Living Like a Local

Hello all,

The continued adventures of Emily abroad... dished up in a hopefully enjoyable way for you. Hard to believe I'm almost a week into the time here!! Only two and a half weeks left! Amazing (don't we always say it?) how time flies...

But, to continue.

Day 3 -- Thursday, August 26

Since my birthday was the day before, but none of us felt it was a great day for celebrating a birthday (even though... we did celebrate... hmm...), Thursday was the day set aside for a special birthday event. It was a complete secret from me; all I knew was to be ready by a certain time, dressed in comfortable but nice clothes. By the time we left the house, just before noon, I was pretty certain who would be joining us... just didn't know where we were going or what we'd be doing there!
A few minutes later we were at a lovely place called Blunsdon House, formerly a manor house and now a classy hotel with restaurant, golf course, swimming pool, etc. We sat in comfy armchairs waiting for the luncheon room / restaurant to open, and in walked my two sets of closest friends here in England-- Pat and Derek, practically adopted grandparents, and Helen, a combination "auntie" and chum, with her two children (they've grown so much in the last year!). These were the folks I'd guessed-- and devoutly hoped-- would be there. :)

We settled down to a three course carvery dinner. A carvery is a buffet-style meal at which a whole turkey, a whole side of ham (do they come in sides?), and sometimes other meats are present, and the waitperson will carve off as much as you want. Then, there's all the required add-ons for an English roast dinner: roast potatoes, carrots, broccoli, swede (rutabaga?), and more, plus various gravies and sauces, plus Yorkshire puddings (sort of like turnovers). For dessert, there were six glorious options, all of which came with the possibility of heavy pouring cream, chocolate sauce, rasberry sauce... you get the idea. I was "good" (by their standards) and only had one and a half desserts.

When we felt we'd been at the table long enough (and eaten enough), we moved to some sofas and armchairs near a window and proceeded to chat and drink tea for probably three more hours (we were at Blunsdon a total of five hours... it's an amazing lifestyle, this).

When we all finally went to our own homes, it was, of course, time for more food.. Did I mention it's an amazing lifestyle?

Day 4 -- Friday, August 27

This was a "lazy" day (not that they haven't ALL been lazy). I was still nursing a bit of a cold... not bad at all, just really wanted it to be 100% gone so we could get on with our adventures... so we all felt that having a completely lazy day was a great idea. So, slept in, sat around chatting and drinking tea, and had a lovely cheese/crackers/bits/chocolates dinner (lunch). Then my grandfather and I walked into town (my grandparents live in the city of Swindon, but "town," as in downtown, with shops and such, is a good fifteen minutes walk). He walked me most of the way, then turned off to do his own errands and let me continue to the shopping centre on my own, where I spent the rest of the afternoon. This lone wandering has become a bit of a tradition during my times in Swindon; I figure it's good for us all to have a little time to ourselves (especially when I'm staying almost a month!) and good for me to get my European city feet back.
Have I ever mentioned that I love, love, love Swindon? It's not even particularly a "nice," touristy kind of city. But it's home.

I wandered around some shops and then slipped into a coffee shop to sip an iced vanilla latte and people-watch. Always a good idea in any city. When it was almost time for tea (dinner) I began the walk back, taking lots of pictures on the way.

For tea we had a lovely salmon salad. Banana splits with clotted cream and ice cream for pudding (dessert). In the evening we watched "Doc Martin," a particularly delightful medical drama set in the Cornwall, the southwesternmost county of this lovely country-- the land of amazing ice cream, farms, and pirate accents. Among other things. I won't bore you with the details of the show, but I will say it's funny to me how I can't stand watching much telly (TV) back home, but here in England, watching my grandparents' shows, I always seem to enjoy myself. :)


Day 5 -- Saturday, August 28

This was a special day. Well, they all are special, of course, but this was a special special day. :)  This day, we met up with chum Helen (described in Day 3 above) and her two kids (ages 11 and a very old 13) and mum (close chum of my grandmother). We drove out to a nearby village, Bourton-on-the-Water, and enjoyed a lovely day wandering around the oldy-worldy homes, shops, and foot bridges of this town in the Cotswolds (a particularly beautiful, old, rivers-and-fields area north of my grandparents' city, filled with these quaint villages that just make your heart happy).

    

         

 

We also enjoyed a lovely dinner (steak pie; apple & rhubarb crumble for dessert) in the town, and then had tea with biscuits (cookies) and donuts at the end of the day.

Don't know if you're getting the idea or not, but we don't really stop eating and drinking (tea & coffee) EVER over here... :) We also watch a lot on the telly. This evening we watched X-Factor. I can't really stand the American versions of the talent shows, but I do enjoy them here... maybe it's the accents of the performers? :)  Remember to ask me someday for my impersonation of the Michael Jackson impersonator...


Day 6 -- Sunday, August 29

Sundays for us in Swindon mean Army. By which I mean Salvation Army. By which I mean not the charity / thrift shops, but rather the church (which owns and runs the charity / thrift shops). My grandparents are second- and third-generation Sally Army goers. They've both been faithful band members, "Songster" (choir) members, etc. over the years, until retirement. Now my grandmother is a faithful cake baker and event coordinator, and my grandfather faithfully gives people rides, does grocery shopping for some, etc. (Sorry to brag a bit... but not really sorry. :))
Since I've been coming to visit my grandparents every couple years for so long, their friends at Army have become my friends... so Army days are always happy for me, because I get to catch up with these folks I haven't seen for too many months. We usually go to two services (morning & evening) and stay long after each one chatting.

Of course, since it was a day mostly involving people and church, I didn't take a lot of pics. Sorry!  Nor did I take pics of the Sunday roast (with all necessary vegetables and Yorkshire pudding), blackberry & apple crisp (with clotted cream), or evening sandwiches (with "that nice cheese").
Needless to say, we watched the telly again this evening. "Heartbeat"-- a nice police drama, notably calmer than the majority of our police dramas-- and "Secret Britain"-- the kind of travel show that makes you want to get up out of your chair and go on a hike. Any of you want to plan a trip with me??


Day 7 -- Monday, August 29

This was another "special special" day, on which we got back together with Pat & Derek (see Day 3) and went on a "mystery walk"... mystery because I wasn't told where we would be heading.  Derek is well known around here for the great walks he arranges. Around this part of England, there aren't as many hiking spots as we have in Oregon (at, say, Silver Falls or Multnomah Falls), but there are any number of fabulous foot paths for easy, but beautiful, walks. And the great thing (for someone like me) is that you can walk as long or short as you want-- for an hour to the next village, or for a couple days to the opposite end of the country-- the footpaths are that good!
The walk Derek had selected took us through pretty fields along a canal, upon which we watched the canal boats sluggishly sail up and down. We paused in the gorgeous little town of Hungerford for an ice cream before our return trip.

 After a nice long walk, we set up for a picnic tea on Hungerford Common. There was a brief moment of concern as to whether the cows would let us stay or not...

But they did. And we had a jolly good time.

After tea, we got back in the car and wound around to another walking spot, this time high up above the valley in which our little Swindon lies. By now it was approaching evening, and some of you know how much I love the sunlight as it begins to settle upon the hills toward dusk...

We got home around 7:15, and (of course) settled in to eat more and watch some telly. Last night I was very, very English and watched "Coronation Street," the longest-running British soap opera. (In answer to that question mark in your heads-- no, I don't watch soaps at home). This one makes me laugh because every single person I know here, above a certain age, seems to watch this show avidly... even though every single time it comes up, someone (or everyone) says "It's silly, really. Don't know why we watch it." I don't, either, but there it is.

We'll stop there for now... more day reports to come in time. A couple extra thoughts before I close:

1. Fashions in England? Highly interesting. There's a definite generational difference in attire; the young mums and up, ages 25ish-50ish, wear very classy, mod kinds of outfits-- stylish jeans, sweaters, etc.-- the kinds of outfits you see in classy clothing catalogues. The 50+ crowd wear very traditional English attire, like my grandparents have been wearing for decades-- skirts and blouses for women, nice trousers, collared shirts, and sweaters for men. Very nice. The younger crowd, my age and younger-- good heavens. It's super-skinny jeans for both genders, almost everyone you see (in fact it's getting a bit difficult telling the genders apart, no thanks to the haircut styles), UNLESS it's a really really short mini skirt and similarly "skimpy" top. Now I'm not judging that set of attire... but I do rather wonder what the 50+ set, in their traditional (modest) long skirts and classy sweaters, think of these young people. As I said, it's an interesting generational shift, much more pronounced than what we tend to see in the U.S.

2. The folks I get to spend time with here have something I don't see much in Oregon. It's this incredible enjoyment of tiny, everyday things. For instance, Helen's 80ish-yr-old mum rode in our car to Bourton-on-the-Water on Saturday. As we were driving along this beautiful, quiet road, the morning sunlight shone gloriously through the trees to make a sort of fawn-spotted effect on the road. This is the kind of thing we do see all the time in Oregon, and I do love it. But I've never thought to particularly comment on it (at least-- not since I was a small child). So as we drove along, it first amused me to hear Helen's mum comment, "That's lovely, isn't it? I've always loved the sun through the trees like that. My mum always loved it, too." Now, there's nothing too surprising in such a speech, but my amusement forced itself with the thought that this 80-year-old has probably seen this same kind of sunlight affect... how many millions of times in her life? And still revels in it. And every other person in the "gang" here makes the same kind of comments, on every day things or scenery or events that they have seen or experienced any number of times in their lives. And after pondering this for a bit, my amusement turned to deep respect as I realized they've got something I really ought to have. How many little, glorious things do we take for granted or miss completely, just because they're "every day"? How do we know they really are "every day"? What if that was the last time I'll ever see that fawn-effect on a tree-shadowed road? If I knew it would be the last, would I appreciate it more?  I think there's something for us to learn from here.... Hmm. I'll probably be writing a blog post about it soon.

3. In case you haven't already noticed, I will just say that it's a remarkable and highly humorous change of lifestyles for me-- coming from the packed, stressful, much-fun, many-friends, sixty-things-to-do-each-day life I've been living... to this. With my grandparents. Eating lots and watching lots on the telly and taking nice long scenic walks. Calling 11:00-7:00 a full day. Rather jolly, actually. And I'm NOT gaining weight, in case you were wondering.

And... on that note, I end this segment. Cheers.