I know I owe a post on the house. And of the adventure retrieving the car. I just can’t 1) Jinx the house by posting about it or 2) Actually relive the experience of getting the car. I want to wait on the restaurant review of Kasbah, for a time I can return and get good pictures. I’ve never done a restaurant review for the blog before – I’m not sure how to go about it. Should I inform the owner or get permission? I’m just unsure of the protocol, being a complete novice.
So this post will be about our trip to Southport to see Rachael and Ross (yes, they are, and yes, we’ve heard the jokes already). Rachael writes the lovely blog Tales from the Village and is one of my favorite people in the whole world. And I think she rather likes this guy she’s with. See?
DH (this morning it was the worst of the interpretations of the acronym) managed to leave our lovely bottles of alcoholic housewarming presents on the counter *and* to put us an hour or more behind schedule (I hate, hate, hate being late). I subsequently almost got us hit by a bus by trying to turn into oncoming traffic – it was my first time driving the car – but we managed to make the trip relatively unscathed. They have a lovely old Victorian home just block from the seaside.
Rachael and Ross served us a delicious lunch of burritos (I had two!) and ooh, a fresh avocado or two were in the mix somewhere. It was scrumptious, and one of the things I already miss. I *will* get a dwarf avocado tree. Someday.
It also happened to be the day of the Southport Air Show, which I hadn’t known in advance but which turned out to be a nice way to spend the day. We walked down to the shore and took pictures of the planes, Ross actually squeed when he saw the Lancaster. That would be this one:
We saw the Lancaster, its escorts (a Spitfire and a Hawker, I think), and a few biplanes.
I was IN LOVE with this wing-walker, and got a lot of amazing shots.
DS1 was impressed (ok, bored) by the show, but he absolutely loved Ross’s aviator helmet getup.
All of the lovely children played well together, and there were only a few injuries of note. We count this as a win. Our three boys, their three boys, and one pre-teen daughter made things VERY interesting, to say the least. Not bad in a house full of wired children!
Rachael and I snuck off to the quiet little attic room and had a long chat without children, save for the ones who occasionally snuck up to check on where their moms were. That’s a safety check, don’t you know?
I can’t wait to go see them again. ❤
***Edited for gross spelling errors and typos. Also, not editing for the ingrained habit of double spacing after a period. It would take me all day long.
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It’s a Hurricane. Hawker is the manufacturer. There were more Hurricanes in the Battle of Britain than there were Spitfires.
You’ll have to come down to Duxford one day, see all the aircraft they’ve got stored there where you can walk around and see them up close. You can even walk through one of the Concorde prototypes.
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Hi – I was directed to your blog through Rachel’s ‘Tales from the village’ blog, which I have been following for a few years. I am very interested to read about your impressions of Liverpool. I was born in Liverpool and lived there until 5 years ago. I was born in the suburb of Woolton, and went to school in Gateacre . I then moved to Crosby, which is about half way between Liverpool and Southport. So it is very interesting to read Rachel’s blog as she discovers Southport too.
My grown up kids all still live in Liverpool and I visit often – so if I hear any American accents next time I visit I will say Hi.
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Hello, Lynda! I am happy to have you as a reader as a fumble my way through your country. 🙂
We had actually originally decided to settle in Woolton, when we were house hunting in May. The house we’d picked was called Ashtor, and it was on Woolton Mount. The boys would have been walking to Woolton Primary. Since our visas got delayed (and some shenanigans on the part of the landlord, as well!), we didn’t get that house and were unfortunately unable to find something else that suited quite as well. Now we will be settling in Prescot, in an old farmhouse really close to Knowsley Safari Park. Are you familiar?
I will try to do justice to your hometown with my words! Thank you!
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What a shame about the house in Woolton Mount. Woolton is a lovely village, and I went to Woolton Primary school, and way back then it was a great school. Your new house sounds lovely though. I used to take my children to Knowsley Safari Park when they were small, but I don’t know Knowsley itself. I will look forward to lovely pictures of your house when you move in.
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