Friday, October 19, 2012

The Magnificent Severn


7.30 rise and on the road by 8.30 with the Sat Nav set for Bristol.  Thanks Manda for the loan.  Saves me having to focus on road signs!  Fantastic weeks in Northampton and Lincoln now behind us we grabbed the West Country Phrase book and Sandford accent tutorial and headed off in two parties.

Reece, Emma and Marcus south to Northampton to drop Emma off before joining us later in Pilning South Gloucestershire.  Kim and I headed South and then South West via the M6, M42 and then M5.  Easy run and accustomed to the long miles that are Canadian trips, no aggravation.

We arrived at Cherie and Di’s by 11.55 and to a royal welcome from Cherie, Betty and Daisy. 
 
Di was working the Monday and Tuesday but taking Wednesday through to the weekend off.  We unpacked and then took a walk at Severn Beach under the new Severn Bridge across the River Severn right and Bristol Channel left.  It is a massive structure larger in size than the bridges across the Fraser River in the lower mainland of British Columbia.  There are two spans here about two miles apart.
 
 
 
It was an interesting walk and a large house influential in the slave trade to the USA still stands and is being renovated.

Reece and Marcus arrived quite late and a fretful Dad breathed a sigh of relief.  Funny how in Canada I had learned to leave the boys to their own devices for the most part and yet here a strong sense of personal responsibility for their safety surfaced.  Perhaps this is a natural response when in close proximity with close family.

Di’s working day ended by 5.30 and we enjoyed a delicious Beouf Bourguignon with mash and green beans preceded by a nice bottle of Champagne and welcoming toasts.  Kim and Di wagged each other’s chins off in the kitchen and drank far too much wine while I the boys and Cherie kept ourselves entertained in the lounge.  The wine took its toll on Kim and Di so they retired before the lounge crew.  The lounge crew then embarked on two hours of madness playing cards on the kitchen table.  It was a riotous affair with every global and national dialect being visited to hysterical laughter during spite and malice.   We rolled back the years with tears.  We all parted with cash except Cherie the card sharp for the evening.  A noteworthy comment during the mafia accent round was my Marlon Brando inflected  “15 p because I’m a player” comment which hit all funny bones for some odd reason.  You had to be there I guess.  It was a Franklin Night, with Franklins to the left of you and Franklins to the right.

Exhausted we found bed after midnight and sleep found us within seconds.

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