Hungerford is about an hour from here and we had such fun walking thru the town and browsing around the many shops. Everything seemed to be right with our little world yesterday…the weather was lovely, skies were blue and the sun was shining…the village was quaint.
We were with good friends enjoying the day and for some reason items that we’ve had on our wish list almost since the day we moved here seemed to just appear in front of us for a reasonable price. In fact, we might have bought enough that I now have to return later this week to pick up one piece that wouldn't fit in our car.
This is called a monk’s bench and the back lifts up and folds over to form a table and it has beautiful carving on the top side too. And the seat lifts up so you can store things inside. We may also have purchased a commode. This is a first for us. I mean except for the kind you get at Home Depot when you're building a house. This one is actually a Victorian era commode and may I just say for the record that I'm thankful for indoor plumbing.
It’s a pretty cabinet now and we’re considering using it as a sort of wine cart. I can imagine asking someone if they’d like a drink from my commode. It has potential y’all.
As I’ve said before it’s pretty hard to go anywhere in England without running head first into history and the little village of Hungerford is no exception. Did you know that it was in this little village out in the Oxfordshire countryside that General Eisenhower addressed the American troops on the eve of D-Day?
After we finished shopping we headed back towards home. The day was going so well and the sky was just so beautiful and we'd only set our clocks ahead this past Saturday night so it was actually still really light outside. We decided to make a small detour since our friends had been up this way before and vaguely remembered that there was a cute little pub in a cute little village not too far out of the way. So we turned off the motorway onto a smaller side road and headed into the oh so adorable village of Dorchester on Thames. Now, this is positively one of the best things about the UK. You can go just about anywhere and happen upon something totally worth seeing. We had dinner next to a cozy fire in The George Inn.
This was across the street and has to be one of the cutest Post Offices in all of England.
Dorchester on Thames has an absolutely stunning cathedral. It’s not a big village by any means but their cathedral...oh my goodness...Dorchester Abbey is beautiful. There have been worship services occurring on this spot for 1300 years. Kind of boggles the mind doesn’t it? And to top it off a young girl was playing a violin inside the Abbey that was so lovely it made you want to cry. We could have listened all night.
Her car is now without its driver’s side mirror. Funnily enough (and by funny I mean ironically funny, not ha ha funny) I wrote about this very topic in my post on Friday. If you read my blog you will know how challenging I find the whole driving experience in the UK. Learning to drive on the left hand side of the road while sitting on the right hand side of the car has made me feel like a 17 year old kid again. When Daughter1 phoned to say she’d had an accident the first thought I had after the relief I felt at learning no one had been injured was a feeling of total empathy. I understand at the age of 48 what it is like to be a learner driver. In the UK when you’re a learner driver you have to put a big giant ‘L’ decal on your car. (By the way, the L stands for learner, not loser, although you do feel a bit like one relearning to drive at 40something). The L decal alerts everyone on the road to new drivers in their general vicinity. Now my daughter does have her US license but my kids have not been driving as long as most American kids their age mostly because they have an awesome public transport system in this country. Driving at a young age becomes somewhat of a non-issue here.
I said a little prayer of thanksgiving last night. Actually I said a great big one. There is so much to feel grateful for....my daughter was not injured…her sister wasn’t in the car with her, nor was anyone else…the occupants of the other vehicle were unharmed and were so kind to my daughter…the accident occured just outside the university gates...the policeman on the scene was also very kind (he also kindly issued a ticket but at least he was nice about it)…my sister and brother in law are only about a half hour away and will look at the car for us so we will truly know if my daughter’s definition of ‘small dent’ and the body shop definition of ‘small dent’ are indeed the same thing….
Today 'L' stands for lucky. And, maybe the title of this post should read 'A Perfect Day' after all.