Our holiday at the sea side day twenty by Ann Wood

Good morning all it is our last morning in Wales today we will go to Scotland forfive days then we will go to North Ireland for other five or six days. It is still rainy and cold for this time of the year. I am still in bed reading my book, it is still 7am, and I can hear that mom is already in the kitchen and cooking our breakfast. From other caravan also come voices it is look like they already up. At 7:45am I get up and get ready for breakfast, take a shower and make my bed. I have porridge and full English breakfast, that what I have every Sunday morning, with nice cup of tea and fresh glass of juice. After breakfast we all clean and get ready to go to the church before we leave for Scotland. After church we have tea and Victorian cake in Bettie’s café shop near the church. It is the best place in the village to get Victorian cake and English tea. After we finish our morning tea, we get box with Bettie’s favorite cookies and cup cakes and one of her Victorian cake for our dinner tonight, box vanilla ice cream and her secret cream for the cake too. Then we tell her good bye and go to our cars. It was 11am when we leave the village. It is still raining I am in the caravan sleeping with my dog next too me. I am not feeling well my head is hurting me and feeling cold, my grandma is with me and mom and grandpa are in the car. Both cars driving slowly in the country site it is almost 2pm and we will stop for lunch. We have roasted lamb with roasted root vegetables and potatoes, green salad, mints souse and green beans and peas. For starter we have home made chicken soup with bread rolls and for pudding water melon and home made lemonade. After lunch we back to our cars and start our journey to Scotland. At 7pm we cross the board with Scotland and found where to park for the night in the first village us past. It was already 8pm when we park and go to the pub for dinner. We have haggis ‘Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin’-race! Aboon them a’ye tak your place’. The Address to the Haggis by Scotland’s beloved poet Robert sums up how highly regarded haggis is in Scotland. The rumours are all true. Scotland’s iconic national dish is made of sheep’s pluck (liver, lungs, and heart) minced with spices, salt, oatmeal, suet and onion inside a lining of the animal’s stomach (nowadays it can be artificial). Intestines aside, this delicacy is utterly divine. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.We have it with French chips and salad and bread rolls. After dinner we go back to car park and get to our caravans ready for the night. Before we go to bed we was watching for about a hour or two a television then everyone go to bed at 12 o’clock Good night everyone sleep well and sweet dreams see you in the morning.

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Written on 2018-01-07 at 14:47

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Should we go then one day you,me and your wife and my mom :) will be lovely to see you and make our dream true.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Whether it's all real or not, I am enjoying the journey, and I still I wish I were there!

antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
I also I never was in Scotland,it is not real story how you know,have some real story but not all is it.Most is my fantasy about the places I want to visit in UK and food want to try. How you see I make small research about food and places.Hope people like it have eleven more chapters to finish this story.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A "moveable feast," indeed. You make me wish I were there.