Sunday, May 08, 2011

इन व्हिच इ से फुक्क आईटी

Sorry for the breakdown in communication. I have no excuses for the first few weeks, but this last week was pretty much down to blogger being an ass. I changed to the new edit mode, which at first I thought was spiffy. Then I started having trouble with my photos. Then with the text. Then with the photos again. And finally, having managed to change the edit mode back, the formatting's still out of whack, and it started posting all my text in what looks like Arabic (see title). No idea why. I'm fairly sure the blame for that last one can't be apportioned to me, even if the rest can. The formatting is undoubtedly iffy in this post, and I have no idea what day it's going to claim to have been posted on, but it's going up anyway. So... it's like a mysterious adventure, isn't it?

The title, by the way, is in reference to these issues. It says "In which I say fuck it".

Anyway. On our wedding anniversary, we set off down South for a visit to my granny, aunt Hilary and uncle Nigel, none of whom we'd seen in ages.

Our bag choices left us looking a little like gender stereotypes. Even though both bags are mine (and the wee one is a toiletries bag that wouldn't fit in the large one).

We had a fairly meh train journey, due to arseholes making a racket, but we were so excited to be going, we didn't mind too much. When we got down there, Hilary picked us up from Peterborough station. We didn't do an awful lot that first evening, except that my aunt Jill turned up as well, which was pretty exciting, because we haven't seen her in even more ages.

The next morning was the Royal wedding. Poor Matt was stuck watching it with four women, but he had fun trying to point out the worst hat, and looking at the architecture.
The weather was gorgeous. We went for a walk round the village (including the cricket pitch) with my granny and her super-mobility scooter. Let me tell you, this woman gives no quarter! She buzzes along at high speed and if you stop to take a photo, well, you just have to run to catch up.

The village was having a celebration of the Royal wedding. This man (asides from looking awesome) is, I gather, a local councillor.

The village really is just unnecessarily pretty.

Hilary and Nigel's dogs, Billy (on the left) and Cassie.

Billy rather thinks he's a lap dog. Accidental photo of him mid-leap onto Nigel...

Don't get me wrong, it's adorable that he likes to snuggle, but it's best when he doesn't put his entire weight on your lungs.

The next day, we wandered down to the post office, then went to the church for a coffee morning. Celebratory local pub decorations.

Mysterious statue in the church. As Jill pointed out, it had clearly been outside for some time, as it's pretty weathered.

I love these windows.

The church is a bit of a hodge-podge, dating from all different eras.


On Saturday afternoon, we took the dogs for a walk. Cassie manages to hold a ball in her mouth AND hang her tongue out the side.

Billy needed a helping hand when his ball-onna-string got caught in the tree.

We went out to dinner at the pub on Saturday, then just had time to take in an antiques fair with Hil and Nigel before heading home. It was an amazing little break. It was so nice to see everyone.

And here we go - interesting little fact. This is a portrait of Michael Faraday as a young man. Theoretically, I am related to him in the most tenuous way - my great great aunt married a man who was descended from his sister. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of information on this, and it could be entirely spurious. I'm still claiming it as an awesome nebulous possibility, though.


At 7:42 pm, Blogger Shawna said...

Aahhh! So much neat stuff in this post!

Okay, for starters, I saved one of your photos to use as my background (when I get tired of looking at Jared Leto)--the 24th one down (pretty woods!). Also, the gentleman in coat and top hat is so spiffy--I love him! I think the word you're looking for to describe the village is "quaint," which really is just a shorter way of saying "unnecessarily pretty." ;-)

The distant relation to Michael Faraday is really neat, also. And, well, yes, I just love everything about this post, because it is full of awesomesauce!

At 7:46 pm, Blogger Hieronymous Anonymous said...

I actually didn't use the word quaint, because the village is too quaint to do so without feeling self-conscious!
Seriously, it hurts my cynicism.

At 8:37 pm, Blogger Acci said...

It looks as though you had quite the nice time there on your break. And the statue is indeed most mysterious: it looks sort of like some guy on a bed with a book under one arm and holding a giant flounder with his other. And some spooky little midget guy sitting by the bed watching him sleep.

PS: You need some "Hello Kitty" stickers on your pink toiletries bag.

PPS: The writing at the top is Devanagari. Perhaps your blog has been outsourced to India?

At 10:50 pm, Blogger Nettie said...

Gorgeous post hun. I am filled with jealousy that you live so close to such pretty places (and also *in* one of the prettiest places around). It really puts Perth to shame!
Thanks for the post xxx


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