Today -- Monday -- while the general population of the UK (and the rest of planet earth) is facing another day at the office, Bermuda is celebrating the Queen's birthday. It's an official holiday. And unlike the recent bank holiday in Old Blighty, here it's been gorgeous. Yes it rained yesterday and it was overcast, but today, in time for the holiday, blue sky, sunshine, and free time...
So, I thought--in my ignorance--what does one do on the Royal birthday? Well, we could have gone to town and watch the parade and all that. In the end we had 8 girls staying with us overnight for our daughters birthday sleep-over. I don't know why they call it a sleep over as the 9 cute little angels would not go to sleep until way past midnight (WAY past, reminding me of my youthful days in my 20's, and these girls were almost half that age).
I'm digressing. So we didn't go to see the gun salute and the pagentry of the official birthday thingymajix.
But we got to see the boat race. Small sailing boats racing from one end of the island to the other. St George was the finishing line this year. So I sat with all the natives and watched the boats turn into the Cut (narrow channel into St George's harbour). There were definitely more yachts and motorboats accompanying the sailors, and it was fun to see that a lot of the people on shore knew a lot of the people in the boats (duh... it's Bermuda. Everybody knows everyone here.)
People had brought out their canopies and tents, coolers and chairs, and just sat and watched the world go by. Cool.
Note for next year: get a tent, chair, and cooler. Or, better, get on a boat and go along with the race.
The house is quiet. Barbara's at the beach with a friend from church. The kids are with various other friends and their kids. And I'm taking refuge from the sun in the bedroom, windows open, a nice breeze in the house---what a life :-)
PS: Happy 25th Anniversary to the South England Conference Camp Meeting in Prestatyn. Hope the weather is good ;-)
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