Sitting on the edge of the canal with Dhamaka, feeling comfortable in the Uk (had the pub thing down by then), beautiful light, the gherkin in the distance--sublime. Thank you Dhamaka.
Leeds was better than I imagined. Not only is it the home of some of our best bloggers, it is a lovely city centre. It is a university town, so there are lots of young people around, and good food, book stores, and of course, music. The centre of the city has arched shopping areas, and a huge pedestrian area. The buildings along the canals are being renovated into interesting places to live.
I was so upset last night when I went to bed, thinking of the London 2012 Olympics logo, that I forgot to lock the door. It's raccoon time. Annie and the raccoon are good friends. She is looking very fat. And happy.
By my standards, this building is old. It was built in 1601. The wood inside is 400 years old and someone is sticking up kid art on it. In North America the wood would be part of a very charming olde englishe bar with lots of brasse and fernse.
It is a very cosy school, with a stream outside, and a churchyard with gravestones next door. The caretaker, who also drives the school bus, happened around to give us a real tour.
According to my source, Beth and Helen graced these halls as elementary students.
The school was built in 1601 by Sir William Craven, thought to be the inspiration for the Dick Whittington story.
On the way to Leeds, these popped up. I read that they are also in Canada and Australia. Part of a world system that listens to everything. Except in Canada and Australia, we have so much room that you don't see them. hello mushrooms, anyone home?
Viv took us up to see the view. I enjoyed how the fog made everything mysterious and very soft.