My disappearance over the last few days can be attributed to the fact that I literally did disappear from London, as I was adopted by a family (the Kininmonth's, quite the lovely bunch) for the whole weekend.
Easter is a much bigger deal here in the UK than in the States (for obvious reasons I don't need to go into), so both Good Friday and Easter Monday are national holidays. This obviously pleased be regardless of what my weekend entailed, but being able to spend it with a family made it special.
We hitched a ride down to Isfield on Friday afternoon, had an awesome lunch, and spent the day lounging and filling each other in on life. After meatballs for dinner, we went to the Griffin, a local pub/restaurant/inn where both daughter and son (Harriet and Charlie) worked throughout the years, and I got to meet a wide variety of interesting and lovely people. And drinks lots of good local Harvey's beer.
Saturday was spent visiting Brighton and its loads of funky shops, cafes, and generally people watching one of the most eclectic, hip, and bizarre groups of people I have ever seen assembled.
I managed to pick up a couple of cds and eat a boatload of sushi, something I haven't been able to enjoy at all since being over here. God I miss sushi.
Saturday night we had an awesome dinner, followed by loads of wine and the playing of a game called Perudo, on which I am now officially addicted.
On Sunday, I went to Easter service at a 14th century church (Church of England of course) which was a neat experience. Then it was on to an enormous meal of lamb, veggies, cheese, wine, champagne, cake, jellies, all kinds of things. Ate a TON.
Monday was spent at the Plumpton race tracks, betting on horses, having a picnic, and riding stupid rides. Easter tradition. Most beautiful day of the year so far in England, so that was an added bonus.
Pics can be found here.
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This has just made me cry a little..what a great time that was
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