1x MkII, 3x MkIII, 2x MkIV, 1x Fiat Spider, 1 x Subaru Forester
Yesterday being a day of rest, we visited the local Baptist church, I had serious Hillsong vibes, but Kim received a word in season as it were. The only other outing was for dinner ingredients, I tried a local M&S Simply Food, which turned out to be equivalent to a Coles Express. Funny how everything was closed early on a Sunday afternoon in the English countryside. We're a bit used to city living, obviously. I also set off the cottage smoke alarm while doing dinner.
Today we went down to Sussex and rode the historical Bluebell steam train line, one station of which was a regular set for Downton Abbey.
Bloody unsociable people on their screens. At the end of the line there was a carriage converted to a secondhand bookstore dedicated entirely to railway books in which Kim found, much to her delight, a 2012 edition of Bradshaws 1863 Guide. And that was souveniered.
Jack decided to antagonise Sophie by spoiling the group photo she wanted to take, and had taken some pains to set up pretending to be a real photographer. So thus he is immortalised.
I souvenired from the train gift shop at the other end of the line, which was full of scale train model supplies, a pot of Nuln Oil, the current Games Workshop equivalent of Chestnut Wash. A paint that I intentionally refrained from buying from Warhammer World. A token protest, but there you go.
To my immense excitement I saw a Subaru for the first time in England. Whilst all Asian cars are greatly reduced in number compared to Aus, Subaru's have been conspicuously absent entirely, I've seen more Daihatsu and Suzuki's, and that's just weird.
Anyway, we saw it in a carpark of Sainsbury's, a grocery chain now forever in our heart because they were the first we found to stock McVitties "BNs", a type of biscuit we searched for in vain in Aussie, and have searched for in England in vain thus far. As biscuits go, they turned out alright, not too sweet or dense. Also in that carpark was a convertible Range Rover, so it was a very odd place all told.
And we rounded out the day with our first try of genuine English fish and chips from a local store for dinner. Which were quite acceptable, all told. They offered to spray everything with malt vinegar from a spray bottle, but for the sake of the others I had to decline, alas.
Today we went down to Sussex and rode the historical Bluebell steam train line, one station of which was a regular set for Downton Abbey.
Bloody unsociable people on their screens. At the end of the line there was a carriage converted to a secondhand bookstore dedicated entirely to railway books in which Kim found, much to her delight, a 2012 edition of Bradshaws 1863 Guide. And that was souveniered.
Jack decided to antagonise Sophie by spoiling the group photo she wanted to take, and had taken some pains to set up pretending to be a real photographer. So thus he is immortalised.
I souvenired from the train gift shop at the other end of the line, which was full of scale train model supplies, a pot of Nuln Oil, the current Games Workshop equivalent of Chestnut Wash. A paint that I intentionally refrained from buying from Warhammer World. A token protest, but there you go.
To my immense excitement I saw a Subaru for the first time in England. Whilst all Asian cars are greatly reduced in number compared to Aus, Subaru's have been conspicuously absent entirely, I've seen more Daihatsu and Suzuki's, and that's just weird.
Anyway, we saw it in a carpark of Sainsbury's, a grocery chain now forever in our heart because they were the first we found to stock McVitties "BNs", a type of biscuit we searched for in vain in Aussie, and have searched for in England in vain thus far. As biscuits go, they turned out alright, not too sweet or dense. Also in that carpark was a convertible Range Rover, so it was a very odd place all told.
And we rounded out the day with our first try of genuine English fish and chips from a local store for dinner. Which were quite acceptable, all told. They offered to spray everything with malt vinegar from a spray bottle, but for the sake of the others I had to decline, alas.