A whirlwind week - ferry to Vancouver, flight to London via Minneapolis (I'll never fly Delta again; I mean why swerve dinner at midnight and disturb everyone with offers of duty-free sales at 1 a.m.), arriving midday and immediately driving to Wales. A few days hillwalking, surrounded by sheep and stone walls, seeing the big misty peaks of Snowdonia and mystical oak forests that could be filled with faeries. The weekend took us to the walled city of Chester and then to my cousin Nick's wedding at a manor house in the country. Now we've just arrived at my aunt and uncle's in London, catchiong up on emails, sleep, and getting set to go out exploring - the British Museum today (with the Rosetta Stone and the Parthenon, please don't call them the Elgin, Marbles and other wonders pillaged from the colonies during the days of Empire) and maybe Hamleys again, what used to be the world's biggest toy shop. It is legendary from my childhood as the best reason to go to London, but last time we went it seemed more like a crowed Americanized Toys-R-Us in a big traditional Oxford Street building.
As my laptop just died (is it a sign?) and wi-fi has been hard to find among the rolling hills of north Wales, I haven't written much but I'll get back to it soon.
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