It has been full on. This is a conference I’ve been on so I’m not sharing the many and wonderful experiences contained within a meeting up of women from around the globe all involved in simple and organic church life. But it was rich indeed. We have been cared for very well – from the breakfasts:
Through to very large and exotic lunches:
And today we wandered along the lakeside before breakfast. It was a very pretty and popular location:
After breakfast we went to the ocean, amazed at the sight of umbrellas tightly packed and a bulldozer turning sand. Overlooking the beach we lunched in a plush seafood restaurant.
Finally tonight we had a meeting with the whole church with whom we had met, and ate and sang and I have not experienced anything like it.
We woke to an utterly splendid summer’s day in Southern England – even the back of the hotel had winsome views.
Went for a couple of convoluted bus trips to get the rental car: a Citroen – small/black. Once behind the wheel we progressed via the M3 southwest to Shaftesbury and THIS delightful and breathtaking view from the cafe at the top of Gold Hill.
And the Dorset Applecake with clotted cream eaten inside was all it was cracked up to be:
Our wander around nearby revealed King Alfred as the founder of Shaftesbury and some rather nice pieces of art and craft celebrating the locale.
And then it was on to the Cerne Abbas Giant – the naked man carved into the hill – just a bit further south.
We then drove due east, looking all the while for a restroom. In this we were unsuccessful but taunted cruelly by names such as Piddlehinton, Piddledowns, The Piddle Inn, Puddlehauntan, little Puddlington (I made up the last two) – but you get the gist. Finally Helen and I found ourselves in the heart of Bournemouth and among friends. It has been nothing but conviviality since then.
And now – with some relief – bed!
That is sis and I at Auckland airport 30 hours ago. Little did I know that the cash passport card with all my money on it had expired last year. Just as well. It was a 12 hour flight to LA and slept for a good number of those hours. The transit through LA nowhere near as bad as last time – we got syphoned off early – and managed a brief lull in the departure lounge. Then 9 hours to London where I discovered the foibles of my financial plan for the next five weeks. Credit card it is then.
We’ve been downstairs after a four hour snooze, and shower, to check out the balmy weather before settling over a cider and tapas. Ah, England! Remember us?
Yep, crossing from one side of this small globe to the other on Saturday. Off to a small conference in Albania to start, and then a brief sojourn in Paris, before a lengthy relaxing wander at random around the south of France. We return via Dublin, then leave from London. My sis and I will be gone 5 weeks, and enjoying every possible range of weather.
This isn’t a ‘meet up’ kind of trip – it’s a ‘follow our nose and enjoy the sights’ kind of trip – so forgive me if I’m not posting apart from these blog updates. I hope you enjoy them.
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