Suffice to say that my plans to get several posts written and queued up before we leave on vacation this Sunday never materialized. Close, but no cigar. Living in a hobbling, semi-ambulatory state for the last five days put me in my place more than once, and I found myself thinking, Really? Do I really need to write one more recipe? Or should I focus on getting this knee better so I can actually walk?
Of course I need to write. Just one more.
The last minute shopping has been done, the house is relatively clean, tickets, shuttles, and reservations are in order. Maps, check. Routes, check. Super-strength enormous bandaids for my feet, check. Nine months of obsessive planning, check. It looks like we’re ready for our trip to the UK.
We’ll be in London for four days, then drive through Kent, and East and West Sussex, staying a couple of nights along the way, cutting up toward Oxford and then the countryside near Worcester where we’ll stay three days. The last portion of our stay will see us in York, then Cambridge and Essex before we drive back to Heathrow and our trip home. It promises to be a wild two weeks, and like the last time, I’m sure at least one intelligent Brit will say, “Why are you Americans always in such a hurry? You can’t really see the UK in less than a month.” And we know they’re right, of course, but who can afford it? Who can stay away from work that long?
If we had the time and resources, we’d have made it to Cumbria near the Scottish border to enjoy the beautiful Lake District along the way. And we’d definitely would have made time for a drive through Dorset to Dartmoor and Plymouth, where one of my great-grandfathers boarded an old sailing ship to journey through the Straits of Magellan to Sebastapol, California more than a century ago.
There will always be another time for Cornwall, with its craggy coastline and Arthurian legends, but I couldn’t wait for that time to try an authentic Cornish Pasty.
Is it authentic if it’s made by someone from Southern California who’s had sound Cornish advice?
Who cares if they’re as delicious as these.