Thursday April 14
- Washington DC
- Tessa flies from London to Washington DC with Stratford.
Having been reprimanded by Tessa for still having done nothing about this website, I finally settled down and churned out this monstrosity yesterday. There’s still lots to add and spruce up before it’s ready but at least we now have a home.
Some time last year Ms. Caldecott and Mr. Wheare both realised they were planning independent trips to the USA as a way to pass their copious GAP-year free time and fulfil several dark and forgotten prophecies. Having recovered from the shock that their destinies were thus entwined, the pair decided it would be a jaunty affair to combine their efforts and the master graciously agreed to take on a sidekick as companion on this noble quest–of course they each believed the other was the kick to their side.
After much deliberation and toasted crumpets, an itinerary was transcribed and the great North American tour of MMV was forged in perpetuity on the noble banks of the Evenlode.
The plan currently stands for us to coalesce in New York for a respectable sojourn—there are even murmurings that a mystery guest will briefly swell our ranks in ‘La Grosse Pomme.’ From thence, we repair to Boston, Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco and Los Angeles for the remainder of our voyage. We’re making sure to burden diverse family and familiars with our presence along the way but suggestions for alternate sources of amusement are welcome.
The basis for this site is to give us a place to keep you all up to date on our travels. We’ll try to write regularly and keep the photo gallery fresh with choice tidbits from far off lands–provided we’re not bested by laziness. Do stay in touch by leaving comments on our updates or else contact us directly.
Tessa sailed into the west this morning with Stratford-upon-Caldecott, and while they live it up in Washington D.C., I’ve been left to man the fort until my own departure next Monday. This gives Mademoiselle enough time to write home with a huge shopping list of things she’s forgotten. I get the feeling I’ll barely have room for my own stuff when it comes to the dreaded packing.
Until then, adieu.