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They speak English, they drive on the left hand side and the grass is green... The world is as it should be =)

It took 2 days to get here (the 2^nd day taking 16hours!) so was a rather long journey. We stopped for the night at Dijon and I got stung by a wasp! Youchies! After the ponies were settled Laura and I got very brave and took the bus into town, this was quite an achievement given that neither me nor Laura speak French and I have to admit that given my track record with public transport I wasn’t too hopeful but much to my shock it was terribly uneventful so I'm sorry I cant make this paragraph too interesting. We did find a lovely steak for dinner though.

The next day we were up at 3am (poor, poor Amelia) to catch the ferry from Calais to the white cliffs of Dover we were lucky with the weather and didn’t have to wait too long to get on. The crossing was quite rough and I spent most of my time wondering how long it would take me to run to the toilet if the situation aroused. We got to eat in the “truckers lounge” and were surrounded by lots of huge, fat, balding guys (sorry Frank ) who were giving us some strange WTF looks – eeek…

Wow Waresley is AMAZING!! It just screams money at you, as you drive in there are huge automatic gates that lead onto a long tarseal driveway surrounded by huge trees – talk about lifestyles of the rich and the famous! The place is massive (hopefully I’ll build up some fitness with all the walking I’ll have to do – our fields are like 3km away!) It has 2 walkers one takes 10 horses the other 15 despite the fact they only have 7 horses there!! There's a horse treadmill, 2 tracks (One 2km long the other a hill track) a horse spa, they have a sweeper!! And about a million boxes!! just my luck the year I come over Susy decides to spend most of it in Italy!!

Oh and there are alarms for Africa! In the tack room, the house, the washing room etc. etc. And all the keypads are way too high!! Like at roof level so I find myself jumping up and down poking aimlessly at the key pad preying to god that I hit the right numbers frantically trying to remember the code as its screaming beeping at me. Ah good times.

First night there we went down to the “The Duncombe Arms” (the local pub down at Waresley that I've heard oh so much about) we had dinner there – well it was either that or starve, we had no food in the house! And coincidentally it was “quiz night”, and the questions were in English!! Yay!!

Also had 'party in the park' at the cricket club the other night too (Eddy also owns the cricket club - who owns a cricket club?!?) God talk about a Jilly Cooper novel!!! Was good to get to know everyone though.

I have an accent! I'm very excited although the novelty is already wearing off when people struggle to understand me, but hey at least they speak English!

Our house is fantastic. Its about 5 times the size of our one in Vairano and is about 20m away from our horses. If only we could take it with us back home!

Did I mention that they speak English here?? Not that I'm excited or anything but they do, they speak English!!! I keep having these weird like OMG I understand what they're saying I should probably concentrate rather than doze off into my own little word! Or I start saying what I think to Laura or Susy and then turn around and see all these people looking at me thinking what did she just say! I forget that other people understand me over here.

He he the funniest thing just happened. We were getting the horses ready to make the 100km trek to put them out into the field and a wasp was flying around, Laura and I were kinda flapping and running away in panic mode when it flew under Tuckers half on rug. We were like eek he's really sensitive and it wouldn’t be all that good if he got stung so we went in investigating and found it chilling out on his Willy!!! OMG what do you do?!? I wasn’t too keen to play the hero having just been stung myself and I didn’t particularly fancy being underneath Tucker when he got stung there! But it started crawling up! (looking to find somewhere to nest?? Poor Tuckeroo L) So we got the broom and sort of shooed it away. The funny thing was that Tucker didn’t seem to mind it there at all!