New Mummy in Cambridge: Christmas 2010

After the great Christmas dinner Kirby made, after driving to London Heathrow and back to pick parents up in our brand new Saab, rented that is.

New toys!

Chillin after the long travels.

Presents!

A plate and bowl for Junie

A new baby doll from mamaw, picked out by daddy.

Her favourite was the package of tights.

Night night time. So happy to see her grandparents.

After a day spent in Cambridge and a day in the near by village of Grantchester to have tea and scones with clotted cream and jam, we made it to the Stonehenge.

Which does she like more Stonehenge or....the camera?

Love this photo!

This one too!

Salisbury Cathedral in the fog.

Sleeping baby, time for a drink by the real fire. I wonder how many people have had a drink here over the 500 years.

Getting ready for bed in our really old bedroom.

The naked girl.

Oh it was the best continental breakfast ever, well better than all the ones I had travelling for work.

Lovely English garden along the Avon.

Supposedly the oldest clock in the world. It was attached to the church bells.

In Salisbury Cathedral.

Hanging glass tear drops.

Gorgeous cloisters.

Back side of St. Paul's Cathedral

Mom and Dad at the Tower Bridge

Grandpa and Grandma at the Tower of London

Tower of London at night

Trafalgar Square

This is huge!

DAD at Picadilly Circus. Great photo.

The Tower from the inside. It had closed early the day before so we had to come back to get in.

Wonder how many times he's been photographed

He was very nice

Junie and mummy at Big Ben

Junie and Daddy in front of Westminster Abby

Time to leave :(:(:(:(

Although we did try to leave Junie with them for a while the night before to get a drink alone and she gave some good screams.

Since we had too much gas in the car after dropping my parents off at the airport, we drove to the eastern shores of England in East Anglia to check out the ocean and say goodbye to 2010; a year that will not be forgotten. Spent our New Year's Eve here eating a good Indian meal and listening to fireworks in a town called Great Yarmouth, which for you Mainers- it was much more like Old Orchard Beach than Yarmouth and multiply that a few times. Luckily it was the winter; the miles of beaches were empty.