Finally, back home and ready to meet with 6 new brides this week as the jet lag is wearing off.
Our flight home was supposed to be a direct 12 hour flight from Heathrow to San Francisco and then a smooth transfer of luggage to the final flight to our home. Landing in SFO we were shocked to discover that because of the total eclipse frenzy up north, there were no planes on the West Coast to fly us the final leg of the journey…so we sat…for another 10 hours.As we sat we listening to the litany of other flights being permanently cancelled due to delays and missing planes all the way up the coast from Seattle to Anchorage, we figured…we would have the same fate…cancelled flight, sleeping in the airport. But at 11:30 pm a plane was found, and over 100 of us boarded, relieved to be heading home. At 12:30 the plane landed but for some strange reason none of the luggage was on the single carousel. In the confusion at SFO, somehow our luggage, along with all the other tired and disgusted passengers was locked in a secure room, as it had arrived before us (ghost plane?) By 1:30 am, the single baggage handler was found with the only key and the luggage was released. By 2 am, we were home and safe.
But before all that, we did visit every relative and visited many venues in the north of England and the length of Wales as the photos from last week showed.
Some of the 14 members of the family joined forces with picnic lunches. Seven grandchildren aged 17 to 2 all partnered up so no one got lost in the chaos with hoards of other children out of school on summer break. The sun came out for the photo.
The grandchildren were mesmerized with a demo of elephant teeth. Some felt the need to pose on the elephant statue:
A very old restored house in Ruthin, Wales, at one time had been a girls’ school teaching needlework.
A wetland sanctuary for birds and migrating fowl…it rained so hard that day that very few birds wanted to greet us. The oldest granddaughters pose in front of white flamingos.
Quite the tourist attractions with bouncy castles near the real castle make for a busy afternoon.
We went to find the original 1800’s cottage that Mr Mole’s great uncle lived in when he was an undertaker for the town. Everything is made from slate and the original hearth is preserved in the parlor.
We went looking in an abandoned church/graveyard for other relatives who worked in the slate quarry 100 years ago. Trees have grown up through so many graves but here are 3 of the family buried together. Mr Mole is standing next to the only remaining wall of the slate structure. It rained so hard that our shoes were sinking into the mud while wandering through this maze of graves.
Spent a day at these massive gardens while the two youngest granddaughters managed to find every mud puddle and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Such a lovely view of the Atlantic Ocean filled with surfers and holiday makers. Even lovelier view at lunch with Mr Mole having his favorite fish and chips and mushy peas.
The B&B we stayed at was way up this narrow road and it required two 90 degree turns up a 60 degree slope to park the car. The house below the B&B was packed with flowers front and back. The view from our window of the sea:
The view from the shore of the village with the pub and a huge white tent ready for the evening festival.
Truro Yes, that same Truro from the Poldark TV series in Cornwall
The highlight of the visit was the Cathedral and one exhibit was an altar cloth with the Lamb of God. On closer inspection, you can see his fur was thousands of French knots.
A Royal Navy ship is anchored in this busy harbor while we find a quiet beach to have a Shandy in Cornwall.
Before flying home we make our last visit to find another grave. This time it was from the 1800’s in a massive cemetery that has over 70,000 graves but some can hold up to 4 people so it is a mystery as to how many folks are there. We were able to find the name on a huge ancient map and the graves have cement/granite corner markers in the ground with numbers to locate the exact spot. Even though there was no headstone, the groundskeeper used a weed whacker/strimmer to uncover the location. James, the jeweler from Soho Square, has finally been found.
The next morning, we departed from the Queen’s Terminal 2 at Heathrow for home after 21 days of living out of a suitcase with a rental car that had logged in over 1600 miles.
Once home and all the damp smelly clothes were unpacked, I was able to reveal the present that Kim gave to me during our lunch meeting. The fabric is knit and ready for the next Jungle January challenge and the dish is Royal Worcester for making quiches.
The brides are stacking up so I will leave you to get back to the world of white tulle!