After a terrible night of (not) sleep, my eleventh birthday dawned. It was also D-Day.
Here you see me, and BearBoy (my minion) gorging on cake, pre-flight.
Then came our darkest hour: the flight. Actually, the first five hours were pretty good. But then BearBoy fell apart. Refusing to sleep, my mum says he turned into a Gremlin. She broke the rules - she put him in water, and fed him after midnight.
We survived, and were much revived by the sight of our rental vehicle - see how happy The Intrepid DaddyMan is??
And then, as you can see from above, BearBoy hit the wall. Hard. After the longest drive in the world (at least, it felt like it), we got to our flat. And I, TurtleMan, crawled into my shell, and bid the world adieu. Mum found me on the couch, dead to the world. But when she offered me fish and chips, I pepped up. Off we went to Folkestone's High Street, where I had a shocking experience. DID YOU KNOW THAT SOME PLACES LEAVE THE SCALES ON THE FISH?!? #ahhhhhhhhhh! Mum managed to get me to eat ½ the fish......but the chips were good! And every shoppe has malt vinegar! I am in the cradle of civilisation! I knew there was a reason I was taking over the British Isles.
This was the sunset from our balcony on the promenade at our flat that night - we are looking out of the Strait of Dover, on the English Channel.
Night fell, we fell. Mum says I didn't even make a dent in my bed. Mum also says that, at 3 am, when you are on the balcony, you can see the lights of Calais (France! my next conquest :-)
Next morning was 'Dover Day'! Dover was the main obstacle of my conquest of Britain. I have read books about it, watched movies about it, looked at pictures of it - but when I actually saw it, I wasn't quite sure if I could conquer it:
I started my offensive action by touching the castle. I then sent in my minion, BearBoy, to establish that it was safe for my entry:
Once safety was established, we were free to take the Tower.
Tomorrow, we take Canterbury!