We’ve been heading all over the country to see friends and fam over the past few weeks. This last weekend it was the turn of a couple of couples to host and entertain us. In the loosest sense of the word, they happen to be near the under the pier show, which is a Tim Hunkin creation (of Secret Life of Machines fame).
Now, I’ve wanted to visit it since discovering it existed. I’d always been sad not to have seen the Doctor when he was in Covent Garden (I remember seeing the automaton, but I never had the coins to try it)… So, anyhow, cut to the chase… I was super excited to go…
… and dragged everyone 2 hours across teeny country roads in the car…
… and we wandered up the pier in 50 mile an hour winds, with the rain spattering on our heads…
… and it was totally worth it. Kathryn had her brain washed, and I had my fortune (automatically) told. We voyaged under the sea, I took a mini-break in the sun, I took a zimmer frame (walker) training course (and died horribly), Kathryn wack-a-banker’d… It was just brilliantly eccentric.
After that, we relaxed and played gubs whilst eating delicious Thai food. Num.
Then Sunday we headed over to visit more friends, and having eaten a delicious roast dinner we headed in to Cambridge. Given that I was born here, and am a super-big fan of Acorn, you’d think I’d’ve made time to visit Cambridge at some point in the last 3 decades. But no.
It’s very pretty – and we had a lovely time wandering about, chatting, and generally being people who weren’t engaged in the massively stressful process of moving.
Then we came back home…
