Kaz and I met at the Manchester airport and rented this tiny little Hyundai.
You're not supposed to smoke in it but of course we did anyway. :-)
We forgot to rent a GPS unit with the car so we got lost everywhere we went...
that was the theme of our trip, LOST.


November 5th, 2011 (Guy Fawkes Day)



Nicks parents, Nick & Jenny, Jenny's parents Lynn & Dave and Lynn's mother who's
an incredibly sweet woman... she liked my accent. :-)



Kaz freezing in the cold outside the church

First Dance

Me getting ready for the wedding.


Freezing outside the hotel but the Bailey's warms you up. :-)


Me looking very ladylike with my cigarette and Budweiser. It's funny, they
serve a lot of Budweiser and Fosters in England, as if
those are the
representative beers of America and Australia, but nobody here drinks Bud and
nobody in Australia drinks Fosters. :-)


I don't have photos from the reception, but I've
now had my first Pie & Peas
(pork pie and mushy peas)
and my first Yorkshire Pudding (examples below):

Pie and Peas

Yorkshire Pudding
Oh, and for any folks in England who may be reading this...In Alabama, a biscuit is this:

instead of this:

This kind of biscuit just wouldn't taste right at breakfast smothered in Red-Eye
gravy. :-)
After everyone recovered from the wedding, Dave and Lynn took us on a ride
around the area.
We got to see where Wayne worked when he lived in England
for 16 months and bonded with Dave, Lynn and Jenny.

The Cricket club.
Kaz told us she lost an expensive ring in that bedroom
to the left of the sign when she was visiting Wayne in 1997.

The bar inside the cricket club

Lynn's the only smart one of any of us, staying in the warm car while us idiot
smokers freeze outside.


The Thirsty Man pub where Wayne worked.

So this photo... we're driving along and Dave says this is the Bronte house.
I'm like "You mean from Literature?" (Charlotte Bronte wrote Jane Eyre and
Emily Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights). Yep. :-) Nothing like having
a little history around the corner from your house. :-)



After having lunch at a
carvery, where I learned to use the word "gammon" instead of ham,
we
said our goodbyes to Lynn and Dave and headed off to Wetherby to visit my
friends Paul and Chris.