To whom it may concern, why is it that your seventeen year old checkout staff can join the Royal Marines Commandos, but is unable to sell me a bottle opener and corkscrew because it’s on the ‘restricted list’.
The air freight arrived (woot!) and with it H’s awaited USCG cap; courtesy of star Keenan. Perfect for keeping in the shade.
A Sunny Saturday walk along the Grand Union Canal
Rooney and Rooney came with us.
Some of the terminology gets some getting used to. I guess this would have been called Butt Side Lock. Whatever, it was half empty…
…possibly because the bottom gate of bottom side lock was leaking a fair bit.
H inspected the overflow – maybe a future aqua-engineer in the making?
While F inspected some of the nicer boats to live in on the canal.
Our destination? The Three Horse Shoes pub, a delightful spot for a pint and some nosh.
Dr. Paul driving sounds out of a Tenori-on.
Here be Berkhamsted, snug in the valley.
And here be the view the other way, across the fields.
You know that you’re on the right path here because of the fence.
Although H was checking via the GPS-sync’d map on the new fangled Windows Phone 7 prototype all the same. At work we call this kind of exercise ‘dog fooding’.
Whatever was wrong with a compass and a good OS map?
F decided that Ewok’s new home was the perfect spot for an afternoon nap.
Everything is hard here (or at least harder than we’ve been used to).
Cancelling services in the US was far easier than signing up here. Anyone would think I was asking them to give me money.
One exception has been this nifty do-da. Since we’re not going to be settled for a while signing up for a broadband lock-in didn’t seem like a good idea, instead 3 has this little mifi thing that pumps secure wifi around the house (or car, or coffee shop, or wherever) and runs it over the cellphone data network 3G or 3.5G (aka HSPA).
Monthly and PAYG options available.
Having moved 4,500-ish miles with only what we could carry, what was top of the essentials list? A bread machine. Obvious really.
First challenge was weighing 450g of flour (g = gram = unit of weight in these parts, equal to around about 15.873282864 ounces). To the rescue was this amazing measuring cone, courtesy of amazing Jessica.
Ewok flew over as *the* advanced party, to check out the UK was still an okay place to be. Just in case of problems with customs and immigration, Ewok is an American Australian Labradoodle after all, his travel crate was suitably decorated with informative info.
[Note: this entry is appearing out of sequence,
something that never happens here on c r o s s o a k]
Pizza Express, our fav.
Except F who thinks Domino’s is better (based on his experience in Longview).
That said, service wasn’t.
Our favourite places to eat?
The Indian Palace in Woodinville where we had our last dinner with Satwant, Bir and the kids. Butter chicken, rogan josh, rice and nan.
Fantastic food, great people.
[Editors note: posts will be in hybrid spelling mode for the next few weeks^D^D^D^D months]