Home Sweet Home

Chaplin, Resse, Adam, Fran and myself went for a walk on our last day in Pirton. Rod was not being lazy, he had run 23 miles earlier in the day and decided to skip the walk and stayed home... to prepair our turkey dinner while we walked over to Pirton Pool and Pirton Castle. Thank you!

Pirton Pool, a man made pond use to be owned by the Croome family and is now part of the Croome Park Estate. It was a medieval fishing pond... and in 2010 there paddling around this pond were Canada Geese.


View of Pirton Court (Fran & Rod's house) from the top of the hill next to Pirton Pond. They own the manor house of Pirton, unfortunately I don't know how old it is. The house is nestled between the Croome Estate grounds and Pirton Pool both owned by the National Trust.


As always, a good walk requires a good sturdy walking stick.


I got such a giggle out of the field full of frisky lambs. They would hop a little ways over towards us and then mom sheep would call them back. BUT i think if i had apples or some lamb treat with me I could have had a few of them come up close.


Pirton Castle! hey wait a second, this isn't a castle but a folly!
and what a weird position i am sitting in.



Plane ride home to Canada

We arrived home to Vancouver safely, and true to form Chaplin had airplane insomnia. He was up from London time 7:00am, until Vancouver time 7:00pm - that adds up to 19 hours doesn't it. The day we arrived home my super duper best friend Anita stopped by with two bags of groceries for us, Grandpa Boyd and Nana & Papa all called to check on us, and we also snuck in a short visit with Waltham's.

So how does it feel to be home?

Adam: relaxed

Chaplin: happy

Lori: been gone so long it felt strange crawling into my own bed.

I'm looking out my living room windows at Vancouver and it looks like a paint pallet, bright spring green leaves, pink cherry blossoms, clean clear blue sky, white tipped mountains, silver building of downtown. I did not forget what a view we have, my eyes are glad to see it again.

Today Adam and I decided to give Chaplin an allowance. We were talking to him about how he will earn his allowance by doing chores - such as cleaning the windows, and he can earn extra money by choosing to help with adult chores. Chaplin asked what type of adult chores? We said stuff like recycling or helping wash the car could earn him an extra dollar if he choose to help instead of play. Chaplin had been sitting on the floor paying close attention to our conversation, at this point he got up and broke out into a musical that went something like this:
(he was dancing and using finger pointing as he sang this made-up tune)

"with your money you can goooo to the car wash. The car wash, the car wash, at the car wash with water you can spend your money, if your lucky. Attttt theeeeee CAAAAAAAR WASH."

Second Song:

Earlier in the day Chaplin was playing with a soft bouncy ball, he wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing and without thinking he threw it at Adam... Adam was eating and not prepared for a ball to be launched at his head! Well Adam took the ball away from chaplin and put it up on top of the fridge. Chaplin was upset and cried a few tears over it, he really wanted his ball back but Adam was firm. THEN about five hours later Adam was at the kitchen table working on income tax and in comes Chaplin with his little guitar in hand and starts singing

"I want my ball. I can see my ball. It's on the fridge. Oh how to get my ball. I'm sorry daddy. I want my ball, i'll be good." this was all sung to Adam like a lament! Of course daddy got up and got the ball for him! So would i have.

New helmet for Chaplin because his whopping 50 cm head circumfrance is now too big for his dorky yellow bike helmet.