I didn't get my complimentary ethernet cable until yesterday, so apologies for the delay. Also, I haven't yet gotten to scan any of the few sketches I've done. Those will have to wait until next time. Let's see, what's on the menu today?
The flight over was fine, no problem. Incidentally, have you ever seen a sunrise while you're in a plane above the clouds? (photo courtesy of Flickr)

When there's a thick layer of stratus below you, it feels like some arctic landscape. Everything is deep greys and lavenders, and then the sky turns bright blue and orange; it's really peaceful and serene. It's so lonely, and then you see another plane flying by below you, and they look so small. It makes me want to sing!*
I've been lucky enough to see two airborne sunrises so far in my life, and both have been just inspirational. It would make being a pilot worthwhile. Well, almost worthwhile. At least until the three months of jet lag hit you. Oof.
Wow, you could see yourself in all that poetic wax, couldn't you? Anyway...
* But there shall be no singing on this blog! For now!
::Getting to Bournemouth::
Got my coach ticket to Bournemouth from a woman who said "Darling" and "My Love" a lot. Saw my first three MP5-toting local law enforcement units at the bus terminal. Wondered how people could drive American-style cars in Britain. Saw some cows.I had to go to the Arts Institute first to pick up my keys. This is Friday afternoon; nobody's around because term doesn't resume until Monday. So I ring the bell for the security guard that was supposed to be there. Nothing happens. After fiddling around for a bit, I hear a voice from On High: "Hello?" I look up, and hanging in the second floor* window is the security guard. He was rather old, rather avuncular*, and rather British and from his location, reminded me very strongly of the guard of the Emerald City:

* Third floor, for our American readers.
* Oh, go look it up.
::Bournemouth::

On Saturday (3 January) I took a walk about town to explore it's wonders, and strolled along the beach. The first place I found was a Borders right in the center of town, where I promptly picked up some Not-Printed-In-The-US Terry Pratchett books.* Then I walked through the park/botanical garden,* overheard a conversation about tortoises, and made my way to the seaside. It's a very nice beach, and very clean as well. I'll bet it's lovely when it's not -2...
* And none of America...
* Technically it's Sir Terry Pratchett now, thankyouverymuch.
* It's got palm trees! And an aviary! And HOT AIR BALLOON RIDES!
So now, have some pictures!







you have a history of awesome window views.
ReplyDeleteWell writ, sir, English spelling and all! If you do not take advantage of the hot-air balloon rides I will be sorely disappointed.
ReplyDeleteyou're so lucky. everything is so gray here in grouty old MD.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics and places! Of course the beach scenes are a favorite :) Can't wait to see it myself in April!! Enjoy and thanks for creating this blog for all of us back home. You are so good!! Mom
ReplyDeleteThanks John! It is wonderful to be able to see England through your eyes! One of the pictures of the beach reminds me of Belmar. Enjoy your adventure! Love ya lots! xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteHey John! this is great! I can live vicariously through you! what an awesome experience! Rachel is so excited to visit you in april...remember, a limit on the Pub Crawl please! Keep us posted,
ReplyDeleteAunt Karen and Uncle Dom
Seems like its already quite an adventure. Didn't realize you're so close to the beach and loved the pictures. Same as NJ shore during the off season...you have it all to yourself.
ReplyDeleteAunt Nancy
It's been quite a first week for you. So exciting and new! Enjoy your weekend now that you are settled in. Thinking of you! Love: Mom
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