We waved so long to Edinburgh this morning on the 8:30 am train.
We switched to the 8:00 am train, yes, the 8:00 am train, at Belwick upon Tweed an hour into the ride. Rumor has it our train hit a cow, which took out the train signals. Two train loads of passengers became one.
Max said, "is this like an India train?"
I said, " yes, but without the odor."
We stood for an hour or so and even more people joined us at the various stops. We finally sat down as we drew closer to London and people began to reach their destinations. We made our connection to Brussels with three entire minutes to spare.
Here is our next home. It's not shiny and new but it's clean and quaint and we've all declared it absolutely perfect!
The entry to our apartment. We're in the "penthouse".
One of the things teenage boys do best. (They're watching "Dirty Jobs" with French subtitles.) What's a mom to do?
Four flights of narrow, skinny, somewhat creaky stairs. But the light breeze sneaking through the windows is refreshing.
Even I have to duck for this one on the way up to the bedrooms.