We accept:
Proud member of:
The white cliffs
After 2 hours squished in between a most enthusiastic Kai and Deva, we finally caught sight of the famous White Cliffs of Dover. Why are they famous you ask? Actually I’m not quite sure. I know that for some reason I’m quite familiar with them and saying “the white cliffs of Dover” seems strangely natural to me. Maybe it’s in a song, perhaps even a nursery rhyme. Nonetheless, if I were to guess – the White Cliffs of Dover probably were the first sight of HOME to British Sailors. However just last night I was reading James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (oh it so fantastic, we’ve read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory already – the in-laws have the whole set, Roald Dahl is a local, you know) to the kids. Mr. Dahl suggests that the cliffs are famous as “many ships have been swallowed up and lost forever on this part of the coast, and all the men who were in them as well.” But then again he is a man who speaks of fantastic chocolate rivers and giant peaches floating in the sea. So I don’t know why they are famous, I just know that they are.
After spotting the White Cliffs of Dover we cued up to board the ferry. After about 20 minutes we drove on and parked which was quite exciting for the kids. The crossing was a short one, only 1.5 hours so we had just enough time for lunch and a coffee and for the kids to sucker their Grandmere into a few toys from the gift shop. (And for Grandmere to buy out the ships supply of Pimms [see regatta blog for cocktail recipe] for the French relatives).
After 2 hours squished in between a most enthusiastic Kai and Deva, we finally caught sight of the famous White Cliffs of Dover. Why are they famous you ask? Actually I’m not quite sure. I know that for some reason I’m quite familiar with them and saying “the white cliffs of Dover” seems strangely natural to me. Maybe it’s in a song, perhaps even a nursery rhyme. Nonetheless, if I were to guess – the White Cliffs of Dover probably were the first sight of HOME to British Sailors. However just last night I was reading James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (oh it so fantastic, we’ve read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory already – the in-laws have the whole set, Roald Dahl is a local, you know) to the kids. Mr. Dahl suggests that the cliffs are famous as “many ships have been swallowed up and lost forever on this part of the coast, and all the men who were in them as well.” But then again he is a man who speaks of fantastic chocolate rivers and giant peaches floating in the sea. So I don’t know why they are famous, I just know that they are.
After spotting the White Cliffs of Dover we cued up to board the ferry. After about 20 minutes we drove on and parked which was quite exciting for the kids. The crossing was a short one, only 1.5 hours so we had just enough time for lunch and a coffee and for the kids to sucker their Grandmere into a few toys from the gift shop. (And for Grandmere to buy out the ships supply of Pimms [see regatta blog for cocktail recipe] for the French relatives).
Before we knew it we were driving off the ferry and onto French soil. It would be two hours until we would reach our first stop – Rose and Pierre’s farm, Greg’s Aunt and Uncle. Pierre is my favorite for the plain fact that he is SOOO French! With a name like Pierre, need I say more?
