Holiday Malarchy

We're in the UK.  We're on holiday, so I'm resurrecting my blog to record what we've done, where we've been and who we've been there with.  

Today is day 3.  Already.  I have three more days with my brother before we're off to the next town to explore.  

The flight over was horrid.  22 hours of pure squashed, tired, gastro infused hell.  The boys did a fantastic job under the circumstances, and it was only upon entering the terminal when we arrived that they turned into the sleep deprived hideous zombies I had expected earlier.  

Hire car collected, relatively painlessly, although in the car description I had based my booking on, room for 2 large suitcases should have read room for 2 large handbags.  

Two zombies tamed and sharing their space with a large suitcase.

Jane has left her home to us.  Just like that.  I've never met Jane.  She is the Mother of my brother's partner, Kerry.  She has allowed us to use her home for our 5 night stay so that we can hang out with Paul and Kerry.  She packed up her bag, gave me a hug and the key and went to visit her sister in Cornwall.  Her generosity is astounding and we are extremely grateful.  

After an attempted snooze - unsuccessful for me, but not too bad for the zombies - we met Paul and Kerry and their two fur babies Tika and Tango, and were off for a walk around Salisbury.  You're probably going to think I'm exaggerating, but I kid you not, around every corner and along every lane (Salisbury doesn't have paths - too bland, they have lanes - devastatingly beautiful lanes) there were breath taking views and centuries old buildings with history and culture and stories just oozing from every fibre.  

History does my head in, in a good way.  I love that I can occupy the same spaces, walk the same lanes, shop in the same shops as people; mothers, from 700 years ago.  I try and picture their life.  Where did they live?  What were they wearing?  What were their concerns?  Probably similar to mine - how to get some peace and quiet from their squabbling 7 and 11 year old sons!   

A shocking realisation that children needed to eat found us sourcing sustenance at the Rose and Crown Pub.  Is it compulsory for every city in the universe to have a Rose and Crown Hotel?  There must be millions scattered all across the world. I wonder where the first one was?  

This was the one we visited for fish and chips and a bevvie.  It's only 600 years old.  You can see Kerry and Tika and Tango in this pic.  Koby and Kaden were in love, immediately.  The energy and enthusiasm for movement by boys have is equally matched by Tika and Tango, so happy days. 

Next stop, The Old Mill.  This pub is 12th Century and obviously very popular.  It's Paul's favourite.  We sat here for another bevvie and watched the kids and dogs in the water and exchanged pleasantries with passers by.  Everyone is so lovely.  Without exception we had smiles and waves and nods and quick chats.  Even a surly teenager type carrying his Subway sandwich gave us a grin and wave when Tika the dog tried to assault him for his lunch.  Has the universe sent out memos to the inhabitant of towns we're visiting informing them of our arrival and instructing lovelieness?  Or if you live in such a stunning place are you just naturally stoked all the time?  

Here is a link to more info on this pretty awesome building.

Further walking (yes, we walked for a couple of hours, but no, it wasn't hard), led us to this........

 The Salisbury Cathedral.  Now THAT'S a church!  I can not wait to explore this sensational old girl....or boy - is it pretty or handsome?  

Day 2 turned out to be a gastronomical delight - Firstly, we visited the Town Centre, a 10 minute walk from Paul and Kerry's home, for the Salisbury Food and Drink Fair.  Our dollar is rubbish against the pound, but if it wasn't, I'd be the size of a small continent.  I would have purchased and demolished so many delicious local foods.  Homemade marshmallows,  artisan breads, cheese, cakes, snaggers, etc.  Koby D found his earthy heaven - face buried in a plate of chocolate, sugar and churros. 

Our second foodie Festival was in Sturminster Newton.  A 45 minute drive through tiny picturesque villages and greener than green meadows.  

Koby and Kaden became expert marksmen, as the promise of a sugar hit took hold.  Goughy was supposed to just hold Koby's icecream but completely devoured it without even realising.  "Here Dad, can you hold my icecream while I have a shoot please?"  Goughy replies, "Sure, no problemo".  Koby finishes his shooting, returns with his winnings and asks for his icecream.  Goughy actually looked at his hand, wondering where the icecream had gone.  He actually raised his hand and turned it from side to side like he he would find the icecream hiding behind one of his fingers.  I'm guessing a bit of jet lag but I'm not ruling out dastardly behaviour.  

The scene of the icecream crime.

Kaden Buongey had gone all gangster.

We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at this beautifully organised event.  Even the room temperature traditional cider couldn't dampen my spirits.  It was delicious and I felt immersed in the culture; at one point, literally, when someone spilled their beer on me as they stumbled passed.  

Buongey, Goughy, D, Me, Kez and Paul

Paul took the boys and Tika and Tango for their afternoon walk through the Meadows and found the rope swing.  I'm pretty sure he hadn't factored a 7 year old into his afternoon.  He practically had to pry the rope from Kaden's fingers and block his ears from the demands that the "fun never ever stop in a million years."

A fine meal of the wares we had purchased coupled with a red from the 'off licence' (bottlo in Aussie slang) was the cherry on the cake.   Shattered and happy we were murdering some z's by 8.30 pm.