Sam figured out that there are 27 days till her birthday. So today we made party invitations. Yes, the cards are supposed to open up like wardrobes. My next task is to see if if I can turn one of our old moving boxes into a kid-sized wardrobe. After that, if I can get AC to dress up as a faun, our Narnia will be …

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I love cliffs. Today we rode the bus to East Dean and then walked a little over 3.5 miles to Beachy Head via Birling Gap, just east of the Seven Sisters chalk cliffs. The walk is undulating: steep climbs lead to steep running descents. The final ascent brought us to Beachy Head, where AC snapped this photo.

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Our British friends enjoy Sam’s accent. Apparently her American twang is really strong, or perhaps it’s the phenomenon whereby a foreign child speaking her native language sounds unbelievably cute. Today after French class, Sam’s American accent came up in conversation among the parents and I said that she can mimic a …

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Cerys and Sam bury Seth in the sand, much to his delight, though he kept sitting up to see and destroying all their efforts.

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Another “Dear Writer” rejection letter came today. They had the submission for just two weeks! Gotta admire their efficiency.

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Sam: “Mom, I have a poem to tell you!” A Seagull’s Prey When pigeons fly home Seagulls will chase them And peck at their wings So the pigeons will drop down The seagulls will steal their home.

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Today Anjeli and her mum invited us to their beach hut after gymnastics. I think one of these would make a great writing cottage… or office for AC’s new business venture ;-).

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is Marroco’s ice cream. A chocolate cone on the beach was the perfect way to spend the August bank holiday–the UK’s version of Labor Day.

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“Treachery! Treachery! England is ours!” is what Sam shouted over and over again as she galloped her way through the Battle of Hastings Heritage site and the ruined Abbey that now stands where King Harold fell.

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