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   Still lazy after all these years...

I've been in the UK a week, and how often have I blogged? Uh, not at all. :( Oops.
I did post some photos to flickr a few days ago, and I'm sure I'll find a few more to put up soon, but I just haven't quite been in the right frame of mind (or near enough to a computer) to do the whole blogging thing. (I did however find the time to get the first draft of my yuletide story done, so I should be able to submit that this afternoon after I go through it with a fine tooth comb and sick James on it to make sure the whole thing makes sense and that the crack is easy enough to follow.)

So in no particular order, a list of things that I've enjoyed so far this trip (which is not to say that I didn't enjoy the other things):

• Meeting James' Aunt Fiona, who I've heard so much about and reminds me of my Aunty Cathy.
• The York Minster, a giant cathedral made of awesome that was somewhat confused as to whether it was a medieval catholic church, a modern church of england church or a war memorial. Loved every second.
• Ice skating in York outside the castle. Magic.
• The Roman bath house at the end of James' street. Oldest building I've ever explored the foundations of.
• The walls of York, which interestingly enough keep the inner city a few degrees warmer than the outer (this may be psychological, and the difference between -1 and +1 C is not that noticeable at the best of time).
• The house in Ribchester - except when it's frozen because the boiler went into an alarm mode while we were away and it was bloody freezing when we got back. Jackets inside is not fun.
• My Fourth Doctor Scarf. I would have died without this.
• Marks and Spencer's. I don't know why, but I love it. At least the food hall anyway.
• Actually, all English supermarkets. They're great (and well heated so they're a good place to hide for a few minutes when you can't feel your toes *grins*). Oh, and they sell grog right there in the last aisle.
• The fact that in lots of places the frost doesn't melt until 3-4pm (after the sun has gone down).
• The fact that the sun goes down at 3-4pm.
• The Cold War bunker. Words cannot convey how awesome that place was. So creepy and yet fascinating. Drew would have really dug it.
• Stumbling across perfect gifts for my peoples in random little stores.

I'll try and do a nice long blog entry before Christmas.

Labels: england, holiday, what toes, winter wonderland, yuletide