About Scrabble. . In a charming retro cafe (named Vinyl Cafe) we saw a scrabble set. Game on, as they say. My first hand dished up three Z,s,a J, a W, a U and an A. And when I did get to put down jazz, it scored only 4points. So glad we did not buy a new travel set in Poland.
After 600 Kim's on the flat, today we did a real hill. Up to 700meters, a kindly road through lovely beech forest. Of course the great things about hills is that they go down again, we free wheeled for so long I thought we must be down in the Dead Sea, cool air inflating my shirt, and filling my shorts.
Gypsy Don showers with hose poked through the fence next door to the Fire Station where the camp was set up on our last night in Poland.
When I was about 8,9 and 10 we spent some holidays in Wales. Mum told people that we were gypsies, going where we pleased, camping in an old canvas tent and asking farmers for place to stay. Free as birds we were, the gypsy Gee,s, What would she say about the way Don andI carry on, taking the idea of a gypsy life to another level. Eating funny food, not washing for some days on end and biking in very foreign places (but not selling clothes pegs)The funny thing was that when gypsies came to the door of our suburban house to sell lucky heather and clothes pegs, Mum could not get rid of them fast enough, and we had lots of clothes pegs of unsuitable design.
A delight. In Wraslav (Wroclaw) we found ourselves sitting on a wide white terrace, eating nice food and watching the crowds, on such a hot day, enjoying the delights of a huge pool. About 100 fountains played into the pool, and people got hooted by security if they ventured too cap. On the hour music filled the park, and the fountains played, upwards, sideways, in short. Bursts and high squirts, all in time and sympathy with the music. A treat.
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