Alright so I am finally getting around to posting more about London.
The next three days that we were there were crazy. Saturday morning we woke up to snow, not uncommon here but very uncommon there. We packed up and headed off to the airport to pick up George. George had to finish finals before he could fly over. What can I say- we sat in that packed airport for over four hours before we finally found out that his plane was diverted to Paris. His was the next plane to land btw. So we left and headed down to Exeter, hoping that George would be able to fly in the next day. The roads were bad, not bad for here, and this was our first experience on England roadways...SCARY!!! Their roads are just wide enough for a car and sometimes not even that. We were in a small mini-van but it was one of the larger cars over there. There is no shoulder to the road, there are hedges or brick walls. One of the shockers was when we discovered that sometimes a two lane road will merge to one lane and both directions of traffic have to share the one lane! There are lots of round-a-bouts and thank goodness for that GPS, but I do still hear that women in my sleep! We spent that first night in Exeter and then in the morning headed to Dawlish (Harriet's house). I will say that one of the things I was really looking forward to was the beautiful green country side...nope it was white just like home. I should also mention that the country pretty much shuts down with a few inches of snow. The main highways were packed with abandoned cars and they were telling people to stay off the roads. The trains ended up icing up and not running, what a mess! Anyway, so we made it to Harriet's and eventually talked to George. Poor George he was stuck in Paris where he couldn't speak the language and couldn't see the Eiffel tower due to the weather. We learned that the planes weren't leaving that day either (Sunday) maybe the next day, and that the earliest we could get him a Euro train ticket was for Tuesday morning the day of the wedding. I did find him an alternate route of taking a train across France to the port of Calais and then ferry across to Dover, but since he didn't speak the language and we didn't want him getting lost in France this was plan B. The plan was to see if he could fly out Monday morning and if not then try to ferry, what a nightmare! After talking to George and getting to know Karen (Harriet's mom) we headed to our next place to unpack, the Cubby Hole. We stayed in the cutest little flat a block from the ocean in Tiegnmouth. Here are the pics from our place.
Views from the windows, the ocean is right around the corner
Our pictures from the beach
The weather was so crappy!
FYI the wedding post is next Missy!



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