Summer Holiday Part II
It occurs to me that in my report on the State Fair, I completely neglected to mention Elephant’s Ears. These fairground culinary delights are in essence giant flat doughnuts, dusted with sugar and cinnamon, resembling in form overgrown slabs of nan-bread, or, if you like, dusty elephant’s ears. Can’t believe I forgot that.
In any case, Wednesday took us to Powell’s (the world’s largest independent bookstore no less), the Rose Gardens and on the obligatory pilgrimage to Jake’s Crawfish. On Thursday, my dad I and I fixed a sink and two toilets. It was perhaps not the most glamorous use of vacation imaginable, but it needed to be done and gave me an enormous sense of personal satisfaction which made me happy for the rest of the day.
Above: A rose. At the rose gardens. One of about a million. And uniquely beautiful. There's a lesson in there somewhere.
Right: Wake up and smell the roses, for fluff's sake. Rachel humours me - and apparently herself too - with this contrived shot. I best stick to the day job.
Dinner at Jakes. Enough said.
On Friday, Linda babysat Baby Fluffy and the rest of us headed off to Cannon Beach, which was as clear and as warm as I can remember it. The journey home took us via Tillamook; and, as long time fans of this blog are already aware, no visit to Tillamook is complete without the obligatory tour of the cheese factory (/ Marxist-alienation observation point) and a giant ice-cream cone. Much to everyone’s surprise, Dad opted for the bubblegum flavour. As he said himself, you can’t get that at Waitrose.
Tere Vanessa Tammar, British Explorer, c.2006.
Japan's that way.
Sand - superior to pebbles as a beach surfacing material; Paddling in the Pacific. Effing cold.
Mum and Rachel. I could probably do with a better caption here.
Lost - Season 48. A sneak preview for you.
Surf's up at Cannon Beach.
It's life, Jim, but not as we know it. Well, not as I know it, since I'm not a marine biologist.
A more traditional submariner.
I don't care what you say, seagulls are cool. Except in Newhaven. They're like everything else in that respect.
Rachel accused me of being "arty" at his point. There was something condescending about her tone.
They don't make them like this anymore. Just one of the many reasons they're going bust.
It's giant ice-cream cones all round at the Tillamook cheese factory! Bubblegum flavour on the left.
In any case, Wednesday took us to Powell’s (the world’s largest independent bookstore no less), the Rose Gardens and on the obligatory pilgrimage to Jake’s Crawfish. On Thursday, my dad I and I fixed a sink and two toilets. It was perhaps not the most glamorous use of vacation imaginable, but it needed to be done and gave me an enormous sense of personal satisfaction which made me happy for the rest of the day.
Above: A rose. At the rose gardens. One of about a million. And uniquely beautiful. There's a lesson in there somewhere.Right: Wake up and smell the roses, for fluff's sake. Rachel humours me - and apparently herself too - with this contrived shot. I best stick to the day job.
Dinner at Jakes. Enough said.
On Friday, Linda babysat Baby Fluffy and the rest of us headed off to Cannon Beach, which was as clear and as warm as I can remember it. The journey home took us via Tillamook; and, as long time fans of this blog are already aware, no visit to Tillamook is complete without the obligatory tour of the cheese factory (/ Marxist-alienation observation point) and a giant ice-cream cone. Much to everyone’s surprise, Dad opted for the bubblegum flavour. As he said himself, you can’t get that at Waitrose.
Tere Vanessa Tammar, British Explorer, c.2006.
Japan's that way.
Sand - superior to pebbles as a beach surfacing material; Paddling in the Pacific. Effing cold.
Mum and Rachel. I could probably do with a better caption here.
Lost - Season 48. A sneak preview for you.
Surf's up at Cannon Beach.
It's life, Jim, but not as we know it. Well, not as I know it, since I'm not a marine biologist.
A more traditional submariner.
I don't care what you say, seagulls are cool. Except in Newhaven. They're like everything else in that respect.
Rachel accused me of being "arty" at his point. There was something condescending about her tone.
They don't make them like this anymore. Just one of the many reasons they're going bust.
It's giant ice-cream cones all round at the Tillamook cheese factory! Bubblegum flavour on the left.
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