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Tilford Manor...
Our best intentions to finish the holiday blog have been left aside in the wake of work, family and five 42oz steaks. However, our scribblings have been so well received that they’ll probably become a permanent fixture. It saves listening to us talk so much. Anyway, one thing at a time. Let’s finish the holiday.
In the sweaty heat of North Carolina, Eli and I took a wander into the College Campus. It was still mildly strange to see Eli wandering around a place where I spent so much time away from everyone in Scotland. Like a wise man once said: Like a dream where you see your Gran in the Cathouse.
The campus has grown quite a bit. A fair number of new dorms have sprung up around the place and for once the fountain was on in front of the Caf. They have even built new music building with Miles Davis’ trumpet in the foyer. After a quick trip down memory lane we headed to out to Geoff’s parents.
They live in a beautiful house out in the countryside of North Carolina. Of course you’ve got to be aware of what that actually means. Most cities and towns in America have a similar feel. Intersecting roads built on a planned grid and 1980’s neon signs sitting comfortably with 50’s bleached billboards. The American’s don’t renovate or replace they just keep adding to what’s already there. Usually this doesn’t include pedestrains who are absent from the American town picture. This is a country built on cars. A country where they don’t think twice about building a bar somewhere you actually have to drive to drink in.
The little town is a perfect example of this American chic. It’s got lots of supermarkets and not much else. Being the south, it’s also got a lot of Conservative and religious types. So much so that they only just got a bar you have to drive to. It’s the only bar in town. Even buying a bottle of wine was fairly difficult . The supermarket sold all manner of non-alcoholic wines but Satan-be-damned if they have any booze. Wasn’t that Jesus’ best trick? You could however buy a twelve kg tub of lard. We were tempted to grease ourselves up and wrestle.
Geoff’s parents are great. Lovely and laidback and, boy, can they cook a steak. We spent the evening eating and hanging out the back porch with them and his brother and the dugs – a former racing lurcher and medium-sized over excited Heinz. The house is way out the sticks and it was nice to escape and listen to tree frogs and crickets for a few hours.
By the time we got back it was too late to pick up some beer so we turned up a Pony’s place empty handed and enjoyed a game of risk. My old roommate David came over and it was great to catch up. He’s engaged to the girl he was seeing while I was over there and had more than a few fun stories about getting stuck in New Orleans and proposing over dinner. It was great.
In the sweaty heat of North Carolina, Eli and I took a wander into the College Campus. It was still mildly strange to see Eli wandering around a place where I spent so much time away from everyone in Scotland. Like a wise man once said: Like a dream where you see your Gran in the Cathouse.
The campus has grown quite a bit. A fair number of new dorms have sprung up around the place and for once the fountain was on in front of the Caf. They have even built new music building with Miles Davis’ trumpet in the foyer. After a quick trip down memory lane we headed to out to Geoff’s parents.
They live in a beautiful house out in the countryside of North Carolina. Of course you’ve got to be aware of what that actually means. Most cities and towns in America have a similar feel. Intersecting roads built on a planned grid and 1980’s neon signs sitting comfortably with 50’s bleached billboards. The American’s don’t renovate or replace they just keep adding to what’s already there. Usually this doesn’t include pedestrains who are absent from the American town picture. This is a country built on cars. A country where they don’t think twice about building a bar somewhere you actually have to drive to drink in.
The little town is a perfect example of this American chic. It’s got lots of supermarkets and not much else. Being the south, it’s also got a lot of Conservative and religious types. So much so that they only just got a bar you have to drive to. It’s the only bar in town. Even buying a bottle of wine was fairly difficult . The supermarket sold all manner of non-alcoholic wines but Satan-be-damned if they have any booze. Wasn’t that Jesus’ best trick? You could however buy a twelve kg tub of lard. We were tempted to grease ourselves up and wrestle.
Geoff’s parents are great. Lovely and laidback and, boy, can they cook a steak. We spent the evening eating and hanging out the back porch with them and his brother and the dugs – a former racing lurcher and medium-sized over excited Heinz. The house is way out the sticks and it was nice to escape and listen to tree frogs and crickets for a few hours.
By the time we got back it was too late to pick up some beer so we turned up a Pony’s place empty handed and enjoyed a game of risk. My old roommate David came over and it was great to catch up. He’s engaged to the girl he was seeing while I was over there and had more than a few fun stories about getting stuck in New Orleans and proposing over dinner. It was great.
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