There is a well in the Well Gardens, but the tree trunk called to Sam. She hopped off her scooter and began to clamber, loudly exclaiming, “I love this park!”

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Today was Mothering Sunday in the UK, otherwise known as Mother’s Day. I got here just in time, didn’t I? There’s nary a sign or advertisement for Saint Patrick’s Day in the shops around here– it’s all been about Mums. “Treat Mum On Her Special Day!” A couple of times this week I’ve had to check myself on the date and …

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Past the colorful beach huts of Hove.

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With much chagrin I discovered that the “shower cream” I bought at the pound shop on Wednesday was not, in fact, cream to rub on one’s body after a shower, but shower wash, as in soap. Yeah, I probably should have figured that one out in the store, but my excuse is Jet Lag and I’m sticking to it for as long as someone …

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This afternoon we took the #49 bus to Hove to drop in on the Hove Home Ed Playgroup. This picture was taken from the front seat of the top deck, our favorite spot.

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Today was Get Life Set up in Brighton and it went OK except for when we petered out a bit in the afternoon. So Sam and I took her scooter and went down the road to the beach promenade and playground. Things about Brighton are slowly coming back to her but she definitely remembered throwing stones in the sea, and …

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Greetings from the United Kingdom! We’re here. We’re fine. We’re fuzzy around the edges. The sun is setting over the sea and it just seems both way too soon and loads too late. Stories to come, especially about our taxi ride from Heathrow to Brighton. A Scotsman from Dundee drove us. When you look at the above photo, …

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We return to the States tomorrow! We’re all quite sad to leave Brighton again. More later, once we’ve survived the long day of travel tomorrow. In her bath tonight Sam was telling her comb (yes) that we’ll be taking a taxi to the bus station. Then a bus to Heathrow Airport. Then an airplane to S.F. Then BART to our …

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People are often surprised that Sam and I aren’t traveling around the country every day seeing historical sites or spending loads of time in London. One reason for that is that we value spending our time in the U.K. as temporary residents and not as tourists. Another reason is that Sam is three (three and a half, Mom!) …

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In an episode of Dollhouse I watched just before we left the U.S., Adele Dewitt, the very proper, very British director of the Dollhouse proclaims in a drug-induced rant: “I don’t say hard R’s.” I’ve been thinking about that phrase a lot over the past couple of weeks. Indeed one of the major differences between British …

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