And then we spent 5 months in the UK.

I have no cultural commentary or observations to make here.


I was going to end the post there, but I suppose I should write a summary for posterity. Or maybe just upload pictures. Or even both, now that would be something.

Hozumi was nearly denied access to the country, as if she were some jobless vagrant. Oh wait, we are jobless vagrants.

Skinny dad and skinny Hozumi. Dad is still skinny, Hozumi less so after 6  months of UK food!

Faversham is still old. Older.

Dover Castle has a bigger cannon than you.

Sian is a full grown personality and not a baby anymore. How time flies.

In 5 whole months I don't think I got a single nice photo of mum, so this one will have to suffice.

These 'grannies on boom-boxes' were hilarious, unexpected and awesome.

Only in the UK...

In fact, the Faversham Hop Festival as a whole was surprisingly not bad. Good times in the home town, unthinkable!

You know what, I'm going to have to do a few more posts on the UK. It'd be rude not to.