Southwold

"The British are special. The world knows it. In our innermost thoughts we know it. This is the greatest nation on earth." ~ Tony Blair

The North Sea is freezing. I learned that yesterday when I dipped my feet into the water. I seem to have provided great amusement to our traveling companions. It was a beautiful day to explore the seaside village of Southwold. The English are a hearty lot. They buy or rent small unheated cabins on the sea where they sit, sometimes in swimsuits, sometimes in jeans and fleeces to enjoy the sea air.

Jacob's allergies are the worst they've ever been. He is absolutely miserable. The countryside is in full bloom. The sight of all the flowers is spectacular. I doubt that he can see much through his swollen eyes. No amount of allergy medicine, even the stuff recommended by the English pharmacist, seems to be touching his problem. He's down for the count this morning. I hope a good long sleep will help him feel better.

This morning we are going into Diss to pick up a couple of things and to say hello to a couple of Merv's cousins - one working at the funeral home, the other at the bike shop. He wants to call an elderly aunt to see if he can drop over for tea. Our hostess Sue is working only half-a-day today so we will spend time with her this afternoon in whatever way she chooses. More adventures await.