Daniel and I are safely home after an uneventful journey. I managed a film watching marathon on the plane, getting through: The Adjustment Bureau - very good, Soul Surfer - cried through the whole film, very embarassing on a crowded plane, Unlimited - strange, but good, and Jane Eyre - period drama, mine and Elizabeth's favourite kind of movie viewing.
But before we left England I did manage to get a few last pictures:
We went to the zoo, and Daniel rather reluctantly milked a fake cow.
Then he got kicked in the nuts by a goat.
Then it pissed down with rain, but all in all a good day. Seems like everywhere I went in England I was taunted by lovely looking chickens and bantams. Not surprising really, as according to the British Hen Welfare Trust (ha ha,that is a true organisation), chicken ownership is at an all time high since WW2.
Moving on. My brother Neil had a bare, depressing front garden, it distressed me every time I walked up or down the village.
I had to do something about it, so I made him spend a bunch of money, then we spent a lovely afternoon drinking tea and planting it. In a couple of years it should have achieved the dreamy English cottage garden I was going for.
He also has a really evil looking cat, nothing I could do about that.
OK, so the last few photos I was a bit drunk when I took. It was our last night, and we'd been drinking champagne - they were celebrating us leaving I suppose? But anyway, Bill had asked for an update on Colin's house. For those not in the know, Colin and Gail bought my Grandad's house, demolished it, and have pretty much single-handedly been building a rather large house ever since, I think they are on year three now.
Looks almost finished eh? It's a trick, the outside is pretty much done, but he estimates another three years to complete on the inside - that's how it is when you build everything from scratch, from the window frames to the kitchen cabinets.
Finally, to finish off back at home - when good gardens go bad.
Time to start over.
