Another British Summer

Selecting a small, overpopulated island on the top of the world close to the north pole and with an awful climate doesn't seem like the sagest of choices for a summer holiday however, one can not change the origin of ones birth. Hence another visit to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was undertaken. And the weather surpassed the stereotype of a British summer. It was living in a squall for two weeks. There were however sufficiently kind breaks in the squall to dash out of the house to somewhere pleasant. And Bournemouth beach. Here's Lou testing the 15 degree water.


Zip Slide


Practicing being English...toasted tea cake and a cup of tea.


With Louisa just over three and a half, it was a culturally awakening trip, perhaps the first time she took notice of the difference between where she lives and where she was born. The first confusion came at 'bed time'. I had just perfected the association of darkness with bedtime - a cunning plan in Vietnam because it gets dark between 6 and 6.40 all year round. Sat at 8.30 or 9.00pm with daylight still streaming through the bedroom window, those long summer nights were confusing to begin with. "No it's not bedtime Daddy, it's still sunny time...".

 It's amazing how you can find anything on YouTube. I should have shown this to Louisa before we left. As soon as the beeping started she ran off up the road in the wrong direction shouting 'Daddy what's that noise!'...