*Saying "team" makes me miss my daddy. Growing up, my mom used to always say that my dad and I were in a club together. Mostly the club tag-team teases my mother and high-fives, but lemme tell ya. It's a good club. I found out years later that this club was really a way for my mom to bond me to my dad. It worked. Once a part of the club, always part of the club.
Anyway, the group of 14 headed into the country (truly only 8 or so miles away, but the road and city set-up makes it seem like it's an impossible distance). Where we landed was a place called Hillsborough.
While there, we went on a tour of Hillsborough House (aka Hillsborough Castle). And no, it's not because it's in the hills that it's called so, but because the family of long-time ownership had the last name Hill. Tis true. Heard it from the tour guide herself! This is the place that the Queen visits or any other important person.
This, my friends, is the castle (even though the church in the picture above looks more like my childhood fantasies).
After tramping around the castle and its surrounding gardens,
we went to a nearby fort (large grassy area with a wall around it) and its nearby lake:
And, if you give a girl a castle, she's gonna want a waffle to go along with it. You know what I mean?
Listen about this waffle. First of all, it's from a place entitled: Humble Pie, so obviously it gets points from location alone.
Bottom to top: To waffle, add honeycomb (actual honeycomb) and vanilla ice cream, freshly whipped cream, toffee and chocolate chips and marshmallows, butterscotch syrup.
What.
Heaven is what.
Heaven in my and Lauren's (you didn't think I ate all that by myself, did you?!) mouths.
Came home from my waffle and castle ventures to a snuggly room and a skype date. A very long, very needed, very wonderful skype date. And, finally, sleep. The first time I've slept easily since my arrival. The perfect ending to an unexpectedly lovely day.
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