Battle. Hastings. The Battle of Hastings. (?)

The sun came out this weekend, so we, too, got outside.  

I stayed at school late on Friday night (got some marking done, had a parent meeting...it was a very productive evening) and, the best part, got to see some of my favourite cherubs in the school play musical.  It's moments like those, when they're prancing and dancing around, reciting lines and proudly showcasing their talent that makes it so worthwhile.  Sharing not only with them, but with their families too was really quite rich.  Kat and I were certainly enthralled, but I didn't think it was wholly appropriate to photograph the event.  Oh well, take it from me: the show was smashing.  

I was in bed by about ten (still trying to shake the cold I seem to have had for about two months), so that I could be up and at 'em for the gorgeous weather that was promised to us on Saturday.  

Frank and I hitched a ride with my favourite cabbie and left this place, London-bound.  I rolled up to the Purley Palace, then spent a little time relaxing over coffees at Steven's.  We hopped into the car (made sure to stock up on snacks for the ride...I was getting hangry), and headed to Hastings.  I, of course, had no idea that the battle of Hastings was the defining moment for England.  She was lost to the Normans when King William (is that right?) took an arrow to the eye (later depicted by my boyfriend, on the site of his death [William's, not Steven's]) at the site we visited.  It changed the way England, um, did things, and brought the Roman Catholic faith to this country.  It also changed the castle into an abbey, which ensured that the community essentially existed for the support of the church.  We all know how little I enjoy history, but seeing Steven bent over his book, reading passages aloud to me as we walked the grounds where this historic battle took place, certainly did make it more interesting than it would have otherwise been.  

The sky was that breath-taking English blue that I can't get enough of.  After days upon days of this bleak springtime gray, it was a refreshing change to see that glorious sky.  Here's what we saw...

 
It was a glorious day to be outside.  I hope old England is taking a turn for the better: blue skies, warmer temperatures.  Waking up when it's already light outside is such an amazing feeling.  Walking home from school when the sky is still blue (and not some darkened indigo) makes the day feel soooo much longer.  Here's to wonderful springy things to come.