It was on this day that I started to suspect I might be a rain god. We had planned to spend the morning visiting either a grand estate, or having good old fashioned tea in a large family home. But it was raining again, and when we stepped out the front door my umbrella blew inside out. So we headed to see more of Nottingham, and Scott and I rode a double decker bus for the first time, the staircase of which is shown above.
Missed photo opportunity here: Laura and Andy still get milk delivered and I forgot to grab a picture of it waiting on the stoop.
It was so rainy we couldn’t see anything from the front window of the two-story bus. It was still thrilling to ride it, though.
First we visited a very old church. Outside they used old tombstones to pave the courtyard.
Some very old, very dead people.
The entryway had big heavy doors with different tiles, this one was my favorite.
Then it was nearly eleven in the morning and we figured it was time for cake. We went to The Walk, which had recently been profiled in the New York Times. The place was lovely and cozy and offered an impressive display of cakes. The waitresses all wore fascinators in their hair. The dishes and tea pots are all different, and I especially liked my fancy fork.
This lemon cake was so good. I want to fly back so I can eat more.
And you might not believe me but this Battenberg Cake was delicious as well, even the almond paste covering was yummy.
Then it was another stroll through John Lewis where I fell hard for this chair. The smiling man in the background was happy enough to end up in the frame as long as I didn’t mind.
Cake forks! Forks are made just for eating cake. We need a set of these.
The British are serious about their chocolate Easter treats, and I think this was the largest chocolate egg we saw on our trip.
I forgot to mention that I did buy some yardage from John Lewis, some of which is laminated and I didn’t realize under after it was cut that perhaps folding it and shoving it into a suitcase wasn’t the greatest idea. Luckily it made it home just fine.
We bought sandwiches for the train and I got a picture of these chips, but I couldn’t bring myself to buy them.
Then it was back to Laura and Andy’s house for lunch. They have a lovely back yard and I was sad it was too wet to sit outside and look at it.
Daisy was interested in what was being prepared.
I have such trouble getting pictures of Scott without the “someone is taking a picture of me” face. I have the same problem myself.
Lunch was delicious, pasta with lemon, mushrooms, thyme I think and just a bit of garlic. It was perfect for an almost-Spring but still cold and damp day.
Then it was off to the train. On the way to the station we passed this, the only one of it’s kind in the UK:
On behalf of all reasonable Americans I would like to apologize to the entirety of the UK. We are sorry.
Thing I learned the hard way
Umbrellas: it’s worth investing in one that won’t turn inside out.
Previously: Day One arrival and beating jet lag; Day Two big impressive monuments, unexpected meetings, needing to pee; Day Three The Metro, a museum, and French onion soup; Day Four dogs in paintings, startlingly large arches and towers; Day Five pastries and scoldings; Day Five the bit about the mangosteens; Day Six trains and vegetables; Day 7, Ye Olde-est Pub in England and a giant space suit
Next up: Day Nine accordions and chestnuts