We made had a day-trip to the seaside of Southwold. It was rather stormy.
Dickens writes of a similar seaside town when David Copperfield says,
"I don't know why one slight set of impressions should be more particularly associated with a place than another, though I believe this obtains with most people, in reference especially to the associations of the childhood. I never hear the name, or read the name, of Yarmouth, but I am reminded of a certain Sunday morning on the beach, the bells ringing for church, little Em'ly leaning on my shoulder, Ham lazily dropping stones into the water, and the sun, away at sea, just breaking through the heavy mist, and showing us the ships, like their own shadows."
Below is the bus which took us to Southwold. Serena and I posed for this picture BEFORE the bus broke down and left us stranded (and freezing) in a graveyard.
As it gets foggier and foggier, the Christmas spirit spreads! Here are pictures from the annual Bungay Christmas Market! Think roasted chestnuts, carolers, mulled wine, and handmade ornaments!
We came back to our Belsey Conference Center, to find that Chris and Cheri had decorated for a special Christmas dinner--complete with Christmas crackers! The Belsey staff made us a proper Christmas feast with traditional plum pudding for dessert (lots of custard, of course). And, to top it off, we had a night of Christmas music, lead by Maddie on the guitar and Morgan on her fiddle. Serena and I show off the snowflakes we made for the event. (SNOW, you should know, is an acronym for Sunday Night Of Worship--a weekly event Serena and I help plan. We've been waiting all semester for the Christmas pun.)
Apparently, it DID snow that night. 3:00am. Some people saw it, but it melted before morning.
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