The Husband Bear and I spent yesterday planning our trip to the UK. I know, I know it is less than three weeks until we leave and we probably should have planned it all before now, but that’s just how we roll. We are the couple who started planning our wedding about a month before the big day, even though we’d been engaged for a year!
Anyway, I shared much of our planning on Twitter yesterday (much to HB’s chagrin), but for those of you who missed it, here is a transcript of How the Bear and I Planned Our Trip:
- Planning trip. Want to go to Mull of Kintyre but Bear won’t let me. Says can’t go somewhere just cos Paul McCartney has song about it 😦 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5626WzsfMw)
- Also want to go to Glasgow but Bear is scared of Neds (NB if you don’t know what a Ned is, you MUST watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scNLfr1EP08
- Ooh! So going to Avalon. Gonna find me some fairies!
- And where Thomas Hardy came from … and Lewis Carroll … and Jane Austen … and Emily Bronte … and Beatrix Potter … and Robbie Williams … what? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ITBx8yVyBg)
- So going to Wessex. Even though it doesn’t exist any more (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hardy%27s_Wessex)
- Oh and we have found lots of places called Leigh. Bear (AKA Leigh) very excited (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leigh)
- No places called Kate, though 😦
- Also not allowed to go to all places featured in Harry Potter. But we ARE going to Wensleydale just cos Bear wants to try the cheese. Sigh. (http://wallaceandgromit.net/wensleydale.php)
- Bear is now saying everything in a Scottish accent.
- Wants to go to lots of henges (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henge)
- There is a pub in Bolton that has been in operation since 1251. SO GOING THERE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ye_Olde_Man_%26_Scythe)
- Bear, just because your last name is Gordon and your grandparents are Scottish does NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO SAY EVERYTHING IN SCOTTISH ACCENT!
- And apparently we can’t go to Barry just because it has a funny name 😦 Sigh, this trip is not going at all to plan.
- Bear mad at me again cos I won’t stop singing “The Grand Old Duke of York” … (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSVJjIxNuSI)
- … and cos I say “There can be only one” every time he mentions the highlands.
- Who waaannntttsss to livvvvveee foreveeerrr?
- Bear has informed me I can go to the highlands because there can only be one HIGHLANDER and I am not a highlander.
- Plus, Highlander had a wife. But she died. Oh.
- SO GOING TO BLUBBERHOUSES!!! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blubberhouses)
- Oh! So going to go to Lostwithiel. “Oh no. I am lost. But at least I have this eel …” heh (NB, yes lovely Miss @KatApel, it’s probably not pronounced like that. But it’s much more fun to believe it is! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lostwithiel)
- And we are going to Cornwall for Cornish Pasties and Devonshire for cream teas (they don’t call them Devonshire teas there – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream_tea)
- Ooh! Liverpool! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEyJ2EEvRBU)
And this was about the point where Husband Bear forcibly ripped the Netbook from my hands and smashed it into a million tiny pieces … not really, Bear is in IT. He would never do that! We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled on the couch with Mephy Danger, trying to work out how to fit a big, fairy-and-castle-filled island into five short weeks of campervanning. Bear gave me booktowns. I gave him Glenfiddich. Bear said “No” to Joanna Trollope. I nixed the very highest of the highlands (Too. Far. UP!), and, in the end, we nearly had our trip. It is going to be the making of us Gordons. We will find our roots and, hopefully, some fairies. I will not try haggis, even though Bear will try and make me. Bear will endure many booktowns. And he has promised he will start Tweeting, so you can all hear HIS side of the story!