We arrived in London Monday afternoon and proceeded directly to the home of Ray and Ritta and their sons Riley 10 and Reid 6 (Ray is a childhood friend of Jim’s brother Jeff). We couldn’t have waved a magic wand and wound up in a more lovely and congenial home with nicer hosts. Located in Windsor, it is on “Crown lands” and the backyard is The Queen’s farm with a view across the fields to Windsor Castle, pretty incredible actually! Everywhere you look there is a picture postcard in the making, albeit through a drizzle of rain 🙂
We have been picking up the last bits we needed as well as sorting through the stuff Ritta so kindly ordered online and had shipped here for our arrival. Post to follow on the amount of “stuff” one thinks one might need for a 10,000 mile road trip…Â We’ve had to get more in the way of clothing and pull out jackets and things we didn’t think we’d need until Tajikistan and the Pamir mountains. Our plan was to wait until then to buy heavier clothes that were appropriate for the climate, but turns out we need long pants right here in Windsor.
I’ve had a fever and sore throat so Jim has been the energizer bunny getting things going. While at LAX waiting for our flight the two of us had a chance to sit down and talk about the trip. Something we never seem to have had time to do before we left, oddly enough. We talked about our hopes and expectations and fears. Well, I have fears, but Jim said that he did not think anything about this trip would be the least bit scary for him. That was before we went out for our first drive in our car; on the wrong side of the road. After driving to the village of Datchet yesterday morning (for a jet-lag breakfast at 6:00 a.m. and wondering why only one place in town is open…) Jim said it was the most anxious he has ever been behind the wheel of a car. This from a man with nerves of steel who drove the Baja 500! It is pretty nerve-wracking, you are constantly thinking you are about to be in a head-on collision. On top of that the car is a stick so the gear shift is in your left hand. I am not sure I will get up the nerve to drive in England. Even on these country roads these little cars zip around. Just as we are getting used to this wrong-side-of-the-road-thing we will be on the ferry to the continent and switching our brains back the other way.