Day 10. Rest
day. Cue the Hallelujah Chorus. We stayed at 66 Frenchgate--our favorite inn
to date. The entire upstairs was
ours. There was the large sitting area, blessed fans,
fabulous views, and cartwheel-sized bathrooms. Bonus: we did not have to move our bags for a
day.
Oohh. Aahh.
In celebration, Katie moved in. Specifically, she unpacked and put her
clothes in the wardrobe, bathroom items on the shelves and Beks’ books in the
nightstand. She also did her hair and
make-up. Then Beks’ hair and make-up.
This was followed by Sarah’s other favorite pastime: the
pillaging of local bookstores. And we
struck gold in the form of an entire shelf of hardback, first edition Terry
Pratchett books. There was also the sighting
of The Elusive Pimpernel, but it was
spirited away by Katie as in she sat down in the middle of the store, started
reading it, and refused to hand it back.
Ever. A thwarted attempt to mail
the books home later, Sarah chucked her rain gear, medicine box and other extraneous
items and is now hauling 19 books (3 Thorton Wilder’s, 4 Lindsey Davis’, 11
Pratchett’s, and an Iris Murdoch) in her
luggage. Pack Horse, the Sherpa service,
no longer likes the Swiss Army silver duffel named “Moffett.”
The evening was capped off by the Great Pizza Pronto Hunt of
2012. See Katie walk all over Richmond
for pizza. See Katie give up. See Katie return with Chinese take-out. A Hercule Poirot later, we collapsed. According to Beks, largely in dread of the
day that would follow.
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