We saw several places Ken used to live and work. Then we headed to Thorngumbald, (Yes, it's really named that...), the town, (Village?) where Ken lived when he was a kid. It was on the way to Thorngumbald that I met my new best friend, Mr. Bakewell Tart.
And then we arrived at Thorngumbald.
|Sorry Emma, but you know how hard it is to get a picture of several people where ALL of them look their best...|
|That's better Emma. Ivy, me, and Emma on the road Ken grew up on,(at least partly.)|
They didn't often hit the board so there wasn't a lot of scoring to be done...
|Emma, that's an inappropriate way to play with darts...|
Gloria had one of my favourite drinks, Appletiser, a fizzy apple juice drink, waiting for me at her house, but here I had to order the next closest thing, a Britvic apple drink. I had formed an attachment to Appletiser on my trips to Engalnd, so Gloria brought some over for me when Ken and I got married. We toasted with it, since I don't drink anyway,and the reception was held in a church basement that didn't allow alcohol.
Ivy found her own lane.
As soon as we got out of the car we could feel the sea spray on our faces! The sea is through that distant castle looking structure and down some steps! It's that far away and I was getting speckled in the face with sea water!
Ken really wanted the girls to go swimming in the sea. Even his relatives thought he was crazy for that one. The North Sea is freezing cold. Ken, hate to say 'I told ya so'...
|The girls went down to the bottom of those steps to take pictures. The waves were starting to come up onto their feet and they were shivering.|
|You don't see anybody on that beach, do you?!|
|Can you tell she's shivering?|
Ken got to eat fish and chips for the first time since we got to England at this chip shop. He also had black pudding on his list of 'must eat's,so when the girls and I went a few doors down to find chips that were cooked vegetarian safe and found the place had black pudding, I made sure he got some, even though I don't approve of it myself. Good thing, as it turned out, because he only got it once more while we were there. Black pudding is a disgustingly primal food made of cooked blood and fat. When I still ate meat I did try black pudding. It was actually good. It kind of reminded me of the part of the turkey stuffing that is up against the inside of the bird. I only ate it twice though, because even then the idea of how brutal it was to eat straight blood was just too much for me. Once to try it, twice because that's what was for breakfast where we were staying and because it did taste good.I just couldn't do it again though, because I couldn't handle the idea of how caveman brutal it is.
The girls tried chips for the first time. There is definitely a difference between American potatoes and English ones. I hate potatoes, but I do enjoy English roast potatoes and chips with vinegar. American potatoes are gritty, but English potatoes are smooth and creamy and melt in your mouth. I wish I had had a chance to have chips more often while I was there.
Ken got to visit with his childhood friend Michael Park, who he hadn't seen since they were 17. Somehow they managed to fall right back into their friendship and act like no time had passed.
Michael and his wife Jo are really nice and we all enjoyed getting to know each other. Ken kept Michael to himself out in the kitchen while we hung out with Jo in the lounge,so I didn't get to know Michael as well while we were there. But I could already tell that if I lived close enough I could see myself hanging out with Jo quite a lot. We laughed so much the guys kept coming in from the kitchen to see what was going on. One of them even said, 'What can they be laughing so much about when they don't even know each other?!'
|I like Jo even better than Mr. Bakewell Tart.And hanging out with her isn't fattening...|
From there we went back to Gloria's.Next post, day 3. Bear with me. I'm getting to the toys...