Stonehenge, made even more creepy by the weather.
Ditto here:
Sammy, the tour guide.
London is just full of these amazing, hidden streets. I love it.
My husband may not be perfect, but when it comes to doing goofy poses for me, he's number one. Here he channels Peter Pan. Yeah, like it's sooooo hard for him revert to a 'boyish' state.
Owain is also number one for being generally game. He let these two pummel him for the better part of an hour and could barely open his left eye afterwards, but thought it was GREAT!
Chris loves to look like a giant.
Because you can't not have a picture of Ben.
Devon, the shell seeker, is told she can only bring 40 home. The sorting begins.
I told Chris to look 'kingly' in this shot. Do you think he captured it??
Chris loves to look like a giant.
Charley, if you'll look back, is missing from many of the touring day photos. This is because he fell asleep instantly whenever we went anywhere that recquired him to be in the car or in the stroller. He has slept through many interesting sights.
The fallen-asleep-reading is my personal favourite.
Occasionally, even Lil Bub had a doze.
Oh, and if you're wondering, that's an airline pillowcase on Charley's head. He fashioned a hat out of it and couldn't part with it.
Having a doze.
Occasionally, even Lil Bub had a doze.
As for photos of me, as usual, there are very few.
Our limo ride home from the airport. Yeah, it was either two cabs (for all our stuff) or one stretch limo for the same price. And arriving home in style is oh-so-important.
Oh, and if you're wondering, that's an airline pillowcase on Charley's head. He fashioned a hat out of it and couldn't part with it.
Having a doze.
At Pembroke Castle. I almost pee'd my pants climbing up the stairs to the top of the keep, but the view was worth it.
Okay, I've realized there's no way this can be the last trip post, (way too many photos gems left) so you'll just have to be patient and get some at a future date.
Off to the Atlantic again, albeit the other side!
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