We are one week into our trip to England and Scotland to see Matt. My disloyal breast did manage to follow me here--mighty nervy of her--but she is remaining relatively quiet.
York was the perfect Disney-esque English town, with the amazing York Minster towing over winding streets that look like 1709, not 2009. Edinburgh, Scotland is a cosmopolitan hiptown with the most wonderful old castle sitting way up on a dormant volcano right in the middle of everything. We drove to Stirling Castle yesterday--Matt's "favorite castle"--and had a grand time wondering around the ramparts in the uncharacteristic sunshine we've enjoyed through most of the week.
The countryside is a springtime dream (except for all the nuclear power plants!)--fields of flowers, grazing sheep with their new babies, tall grass rippling in the breeze. Matt of course loves to torment Jenna by telling her repeatedly how he's reminded to have a tasty lamb dinner later in the evening!
Today, we press onward to the Scottish Highlands.
I am so very thankful for this distraction. Jeff the travel guru timed this one perfectly.
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On another happy note, my father's house apparently has finally sold after one year on the market--I am much relieved because this is the money which will keep him in comfort in assisted living.
On a less-happy note for my dad, he will need plastic surgery next week to repair some trouble at the site of his prior brain surgery. A very scary and dangerous situation I'm afraid.
The Brants are having a bumpy spring. Think positive thoughts.....we're going to need them!
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