It is another beautiful afternoon, only a few wispy clouds in the sky, not a lost shark to worry the ducks and what do Christina and I spot aways up the river but a fine looking paddle steamer that is handily situated near one of those seats that swing with a judicious and timely push of either, or both if you live on the edge, of your feet.
Being an ignorant European, I have only associated these boats with the South, or to be more precise on the Mississippi so to see one outside of it’s natural habitat was a bit of a shocker. After waiting an hour for it to depart I had the opportunity to watch and to take photos of Christina filming the now mobile boat, heading down river. I’m odd like that.
The river was one of our favourite haunts, everyone was chilled and passing by, in no rush to be anywhere, even the joggers came back past us like confused over sugared children. it wasn’t just the obscenely good weather but it did help make me happy and the squirrels, I counted 12 different squirrels in five minutes over a 60 metre radius. This doesn’t amount to anything shocking over there, over in England however, when we see a bit of nature and everyone freezes and watches it until someone blunders in and spoils the scene and we all go on our way again, but a little more human than before.
Conforming to the rule of cliché though I had to do my bit for the American way of life, whilst taking the family bowling, well most of the family, I got a strike, to which I turned around and shouted STE-RIKE!!!!!! to the embarrassment and possible bewilderment of all, for I was the only person to make such a fuss, but then for someone who hasn’t bowled for 18 years it was massive for me and it happens all the time in Hollywood. That was coincidentally the last group activity we did.
After listening to what I can only Fleetwood Mac FM, I truly believe there was a station dedicated to ‘The Mac’ and covers of said band. We stopped as was our habit for coffee, a Quad Grande Breve Latte for C. and a Grande Mocha for me, if you must know. What amazes me is that that beverage made me sleepy without fail everyday, am I the only one that gets tired after a caffeine fix? A huge shout out for the man Tyler who served us with aplomb every day he was on and looked very natty in that Hawaiian shirt which he had on for some sort of special hour that I have no idea what it was.
By far the best discovery of the fortnight though has to be the encyclopedias in home Brownlee, they are great, old, very well bound and random. I mean the ordering is random, you can find stories(!) next to sewing techniques, next to history. All very exciting as you never know what you were going to get when you turn over each leaf, but I was stunned to find a guide to that great English tradition of Morris Dancing, a form of dancing where men (with bells attached) bang stick together and wave hankerchiefs at each other. Home sickness averted.
next time…my confusion at questions in a restaurant (honestly I will this time), some locals, the shouting of a certain shop name for giggles and why I didn’t watch a certain film so wasn’t tempted to rename this post Bourne in the USA.