Maldon

Had a lovely albeit wet day yesterday.  We visited Maldon, a very picturesque port town on the east coast of Essex. The day was not without its mishaps - Daniel ran into a pole at a playground and got a bloody nose, you'd think he'd be super cautious around long thin pole like objects (but that's another story J).

Beautiful Maldon

And then we stumbled upon this great strawberry picking place :)

I have also embarked on my first British project -  can't help myself.  This one is just a mini one and is already complete.  And just to keep you in suspense and glued to this space I'm not telling what it is, but will post photos when I take them after the rain stops.  But don't hold your breath, as it's pretty much been raining on and off since we arrived!  Can't believe the British Grand Prix at Silverston escaped a shower, although Wimbledon was not so lucky.  It must have been a late night watching it in Aus!  Also - how heart-wrenching was Andy Murray's post-game speech (although secretely I was going for Fedderer).

Oh yeah - we had one more little adventure yesterday.  Whilst Steve was off gallivanting in London watching the tennis and Formula 1, Jeremy managed to lock himself in his room.  All of the doors have very sticky handles and this one just wasn't going to budge.  After about 15 minutes Daniel was near tears and beside himself with worry that Jeremy would starve to death!

Anyway, as you do in a crisis, you go and pester the neighbours, but unfortunately to no avail, not even 6ft-infinity John could get the door open.  So, the only option was out Daniel's window, a quick scurry along the roof and in through Jem's window for a daring rescue.  Only problem two set of blinds were knocked down in the process and I was too feeble to make the 3 ft jump up and in through Jem's window.  Still the most important aim of the mission was achieved and, much to Daniel's relief, the starving child was extracted from window one and chucked back in through window two.  Meanwhile I waited for a very small footstool to aid my daring leap through window two.

Phewee, drawing on my athleticism (and the footstool) I nimbly entered the locked room and after a brief 5 minute wrestle with the door ta da - victory.  All that remained was a very inelegant retrieval of the stool (big lean out through window, bum in air - say no more!).

Mission accomplished -

• skinny kid saved J, 
• stool retrieved J, 
• door unlocked J, 
• blinds still down L

Whewee, what a day.  Jem - relieved after his ordeal and brush with starvation - had a snack and me - I had a cup of tea.