It's more like a feast!
Saturday morning I rolled over and opened my eyes to be greeted by a crisp spring morning. The bed and pillows were so comfortable, consciously aware I would soon be sleeping in a pitching bunk at sea, I buried deeper under the covers to relish the feeling of the comforts of a bed that wasn't rolling. I took in the morning air. It was filled with the smell of breakfast...the smells that make you throw the covers back, jump out of bed, throw a sweatshirt on and head downstairs to the kitchen to see what's cooking.
My other two crew mates who were also staying with the Captain and his family were already up. The entire family was up...they had graciously let me sleep off my jet lag and breakfast was served. Brian's wife Jill had prepared every mouthwatering dish you can possibly imagine. English sausage, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, potato cakes, croissants (I had two) toast, fruit, and pastries.
Since then, we have had roast, yorkshire pudding, fresh scones with fresh creme and strawberries, apple pie with fresh custard, rhubarb pie, berry trifle filled with an extra layer of custard, and crumpets. Jill has been the most amazing and welcoming hostess. It has been a complete joy to spend the last three days in their home along with their daughter Rachael and son Mark.
If it had been up to me and not the English half of my ancestors, I don't think I would have ever made it to the colonies.
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