Writing about my wet jeans reminded me of another British rain story. This one was a lot more fun.
A wonderful couple who had befriended me asked if I wanted to go see the Anne Boleyn family residence.
Did they know me well or what? History, in a land that truly had it. I lived in a building built before the US Civil War, and that was considered new in the town where I lived. Considering there was a building a short walk away that was mentioned in the Doomsday Book, I guess my building was relatively new.
The morning of our outing, it was raining. I called them up to see if we were still going. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
On the trip out to the estate, I explained to them that in my part of my country, we are fair weather people. Events are often canceled due to weather. The woman glanced back at me with a look of disbelief saying, “If we did that here, we’d never leave the house!”
When we got to the site, we were so pleased to see that there were reenactors doing some immensely complicated court dances, plus there was a falconer!
Inside the house was an entire exhibit on Henry VIII’s collection of wives. A show had recently aired on BBC describing the six women. As we went through the exhibit, I was able to play tour guide providing my British native hosts with a lot more information than the little placards outlined. Even the other people in line found it odd that a woman with such a strong American accent was educating them on their history.
Are you a fair weather person when it comes to outside activities? or What age of house is considered “old” where you live?