Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
One: So cold and sparkly sweet,
Two: A luscious morning treat
Three: I keep you on the bedside table
Fumbling for you when I'm able
You bring my nausea to an end
At midnight or at 8 a.m.
Four: When lunging for the door,
you keep me off the bathroom floor,
I gulp you and then gulp some more
I could write this on and on,
but I've finished up my song,
I'll be needing you before long,
Sprite, a girl's best friend!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Well, we woke up to our last day in the Peak district. The dogs were out sniffing around, and the owners let us take them for a morning walk. We had the best time walking around the fields and blackberry hedges with these sweet dogs.
We went down into the nearest town, Matlock. Yes, Matlock. And no, there weren't any white-haired Southern lawyers there. We found the carriage house that loaned its carriages for use in Pride and Prejudice, as well as lots of other films.
Later we took a cable car up to the top of the surrounding cliffs. There was a park there called the Heights of Abraham. There were lots of gorgeous views, and a cave tour that we didn't take.
We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We wound up our day at a wonderful tea shop where I got to finally find out what treacle tart tastes like. It's thick and molassesy. Harry Potter can have it. The tea was fantastic, of course, as well as the other biscuits we sampled. We survived our trip back down the A-1 to The Acorns, some minor detours here and there, but we made it. The next day I lugged my stuff back down to London and made it on the plane. God bless Virgin Airlines, they served a good meal, and poured Bailey's Irish Creme afterwards. That was the best drink I've ever had. I really needed it right then. I arrived back home safely, full of the trip of a lifetime. I'm getting back someday, just you wait.
Friday, January 4, 2008
The entrance to Chatsworth. We weren't asked to hoot, which I found disappointing.
The family chapel. I know it's blurry, but you get the idea. I wanted to see the area at the end of the film where Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy have their final scene, but it was a private family area, and roped off. Dang.
The statue garden was incredible. I loved this one.
So, after being drizzled on, we went to Haddon Hall, which was used as the inn at Lambton, where Elizabeth gets the news that Lydia has eloped. I love that scene.
Haddon is completely different in feeling than Chatsworth. It is much older, more serene, and you feel as though you better not fall asleep for fear it will be 500 years later when you wake up. It truly is preserved as a medieval hall, and it made the stories I've read about those times take life. There are rooms with panels carved into likenesses of Henry VIII and Queen Elizabeth, and the original furniture and tapestries. The gardens are beautiful and eccentric, which makes them more beautiful to me. The warden on duty there was present during the filming, so he was able to tell us about Keira Knightley, it was fun. We loved Haddon Hall, much better than Chatsworth to be honest. It was what we had hoped to experience in an English country manor.
Mistress of the hall
We Americans are so good at following directions.
Views from Haddon's tower
We had dinner in a wonderful pub called the Hanging Gate. Mom ordered iced tea. The waitress had never heard of it, so she took a glass of hot tea and put ice in it. We were amused by that, but the food was fantastic. We got back to Danna farm and fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. I am beginning to sense the end of the trip coming, and I don't want it to. Surely they won't notice if I don't show up for work for another month or two.