West--and back again.

We've taken the long way home, and have now put well over 10,000 miles on the car since the start of summer (a lot of those miles were on the thirty-mile [each way] commute I had in LA while visiting the Huntington). August gave us some splendid opportunities to catch up with friends, most of whom aren't pictured in this blog.

We hiked a mountain in LA with two friends, and--along the way--took "Car Wreck Trail," which is, as the photo should show, a fairly apt appellation:

On the same hike, I caught my first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean in more than a decade. (If you look very closely, the tiny white smear above the "v" of the mountains is a wave in the Pacific. I promise).

I took an afternoon (and only one, I promise!) off from library work to tour the beautiful grounds of the Huntington with I. and my mom. Here they are in the ;arge library:

Other features of the Huntington include the Chinese Garden . . .

. . . the Japanese garden, which is unfortunatelyunder construction but still quite lovely . . .

. . . the rose garden, with several statues . . .

. . . and the lovely buildings that house collections of art and literature:

Another fun feature is the garden of Shakespeare statues, which is lovely:

On a Sunday when the library was closed, I. and I took a trip to the Santa Monica Pier, which is a fun and lovely place with all sorts of exciting people to watch.

The Pacific was gorgeous!

The sunset was also quite lovely:

After our time in the West was spent, we headed for a quick trip to Sin City to visit my grandmother, who took us to a posh casino ("for locals") with this enormous chandelier:

(And she bought us drinks:)

Back in Albuquerque briefly, we loaded up a moving van with the greater part of our worldly possessions, and then drove it two thousand (and sixty) miles across the country just in time--we thought--to meet Hurricane Irene.

We crossed the Mississippi River and got to see a few friends (and family members!) based in the central states of this very large country.

And at long last we reached "home" --or at least our current stop on this seemingly-neverending saga.

At the moment we are based on this pretty piece of God's brown soil, and I'm making day trips (and some longer trips) to libraries on the East Coast. All is well, although we are a little weary from our journeys, and we are staying out of trouble pretty well.

And I Would Drive Three Thousand Miles . . . Just to Read Another Book!

(Actually, I think we've logged closer to four thousand miles on this trip, but that's probably primarily because we've been driving around sixty miles each day in greater Los Angeles).

Where have we been this month? We began July 1 at a hotel in North Carolina (state of miserable traffic) and drove South that morning to see my good friend R. from college. By the 3rd of July we were actually at said college, my alma mater, which has recently changed its name and thus shall not be named.

Here's the Warren A. Hood library, at said school, which has changed remarkably little in the past eleven years since I matriculated:

And the rest of campus, which is greatly altered: (I. and I once got into terrible trouble at summer camp for talking to one another at a stone table that used to be just to the right of the tree in the foreground of this picture. We also had many pleasant conversations at a lovely swing that would also have been in this picture, had the cruel "improvers" of my alma mater not removed it. But I digress).

We visited the office building in which I. spent many hours of his high-school years:

And, of course, the tree where we met--though there was a little debate over exactly which tree. This is my best guess:

After our Jackson jaunt, we headed to wretched hot Bryan, TX for a visit to the Cushing Memorial Library (which holds three annotated copies of Donne's 1633 Poems).  Here's the library:

And here the one semi-attractive building on the entire Texas A&M Campus, which now rivals Cambridge and Birmingham for Most Wretched City of the World Award.

After Bryan (and a desperately hot night of camping at a muggy state park nearby), we ventured forth to Austin. During a morning of meandering we visited this very awesome pipe shop, which had thousands of hand-blown glass pipes beautiful enough to merit space on our eventual mantel. We refrained from purchasing any.

Some friends who live in nearby Round Rock took us to visit water and the infamous Round Rock (not pictured).

For most of our trip, I spent my time on the University of Texas campus, in the Harry Ransome center, which has the most amazing etched glass windows. These literary autographs are just to the left of the main entrance:

After this, we headed to Oklahoma, where we spent a wonderful weekend relaxing and celebrating with some good friends. Well-fed and quite sated with lively conversation, we then hopped onto I-40 and drove west for many, many miles. I. was particularly delighted when a random rest stop proved to have been one he'd visited before; though the bathrooms were vile, the amenities included this lovely old merry-go-round, which he enjoyed mightily.

New Mexico welcomed us with a lovely sunset (better in real life, of course) and Green Chile Cheeseburgers (for which I. had long been craving).

We spent a wonderful week catching up with friends, examining the contents of our storage unit, and resting beside this beautiful pond:

Onward and upward . . . we crossed into California a week later and were shortly surrounded by mountains (trickier to see in the rearview mirror, but they were certainly all around us!).

After three weeks of travels, I reached the lovely Huntington Library in Pasadena, where I have been researching for slightly more than a week. I have yet to dip my toes into the Pacific Ocean, but plan to do so before we venture back across America again.

Wishing all you readers good health, much happiness, and a restful and cool rest-of-summer.

The Remarkable Disappearance of June

In my head, it is still sometime in the late and too-warm Spring, a year or ten in the past, anytime (really) besides --is it already?-- July? of whatever year it is. President Obama made great waves when he wrote the wrong date in the Guest Registry at Westminster Abbey, but, really, it's a very understandable error. Time flies, and I have this summer forgotten the day of the week (numerous times), the date of the month (often), the month itself (more than I'd like to admit), and even the year (as my husband will tell you with great glee). Time, this summer, is a winged horse on steroids.

June, it seems, has come and gone, my days primarily occupied by seminars and books in the Folger Library, one of my favourite places in the world. In addition to its learned staff and wonderful books, the Folger also has a lovely Elizabethan Garden, pictured below, where I ate my lunch nearly every day.

While I read books and took notes, I. stayed busy volunteering for a nursing home near the house in which we were staying. Among other things, he painted an enormous recreation room and made many friends.

Most mornings, I walked up to the Folger from the L'Enfant station metro stop, located about halfway down the National Mall and very near to the Air and Space Museum (my personal favourite). There were several possible routes, the most pleasurable of which afforded this excellent view of the capitol building:

In the early morning, it's not uncommon to see hundreds of sprinklers watering the lawns outside the capitol building, Library of Congress, Folger Library, and others.

Near the end of June, we received the definite news that we'll be returning to the UK for another year next fall. This is less positive for I., but I'm very pleased and looking forward to teaching and researching as much as possible while there. In the meantime, as we make plans for our return, we're catching up with some old friends, visiting some libraries, and generally staying quite busy (but not out of trouble!)

The road ahead:

May We Sail Across the Seas?

April was a month of bright and sunny weather--the most distinctive and constant summer I've ever seen in Scotland--and May began with equal sunny warmth. Isaac and I took the excuse of a sunny late evening on our last Sunday in Scotland and ran down to the East Sands to build a sandcastle:

Here's Isaac, for size:

On the following Thursday, we had a barbecue on the only rainy evening in the last two weeks of our stay. Much cider was drunk, and we finally burnt up our Christmas tree. Isaac discovered a rock that explodes with the application of heat.

I spent my last two Scotland weeks packing, cleaning, having coffee dates with friends, and trying to write another large chunk of thesis. I now have, in rough draft, just under 50,000 words: I've passed the halfway point. In the middle of all this bustle, we took a morning off to visit the Farmer's Market and eat the delicious smoked fish available there:

We left England on a gloriously sunny day, sailing down the English channel as we passed small towns, long piers, other boats, and beautiful green trees:

We spent six days in a shroud of fog:

And we arrived in New York in a blessed pouring rain that somewhat managed to alleviate, if temporarily, the wretched humidity that has plagued us ever since the boat docked. Here's another boat in the rain at dawn:

Now, every day, I visit the building pictured below, in which are contained manifold delights: manuscripts, early printed books, and a few dozen texts I've needed to read for quite some while.

My research is going well, Isaac is meeting today about a volunteering opportunity in the neighbourhood in which we're staying, and we're both enjoying certain aspects of Americaland. Our plans for next year are still very much uncertain, but we'll keep you posted should that change.

Whan that Aprille forgotte hys showers

Despite the fact that I was away from St Andrews for the first ten days of April, I think it's still fair to say that this past April has been the occasion of the loveliest consistent weather I've ever seen in this fine town. In the past three weeks, it may have rained twice (and misted a few mornings and evenings). We've had some glorious morning mists but generally just an abundance of sun and a great old blossoming of flowers. Of course, the glorious weather has also provided my life with a terrific excuse to get complicated and busy, so I've been indoors a great deal.

When last I blogged, I was researching happily in the British Library. My friend R. very generously allowed me to stay with her, which was lovely. I read several wonderful books and even had a few opportunities to relax amid the bustle of research. On mornings when I arrived at the British Library before it opened, I had the distinct pleasure of sipping a cup of coffee, eating a pastry, and reading the free London Metro newspaper.

When the great British Library proved insufficient, I was able to take a journey to the lovely old Westminster Abbey, whose archives hold one of the manuscripts that will figure prominently in the eventual first chapter of my thesis. Because the Abbey has featured so prominently in the news lately, here's a photo of the main visitor doors (which I didn't use on this trip, as they are for paying guests only).

Because all my libraries were closed on Sunday, and because it was Mother's Day in the UK, and because R. is my academic daughter via a long and complex process that took place during my M.Litt year, she and I had a day out on the Sunday to do something new, exciting, and (in the eyes of every British person to whom I've relayed this since then) completely mad. We rose at the crack of dawn, took the train to lovely Dover (of White Cliffs fame), and then took the ferry to Calais, France (my first chance to set foot in that country).

Unbeknownst to R. and I, Calais is shut down tight on a Sunday, so we amused ourselves by walking around and discussing architecture, getting lost, buying wine and cheese, drinking cocktails in a shrine to a French singer (possibly Dalida), and eating French delicacies such as un eclair and a "panini," as the sandwich is mistakenly called in Britain and France alike.

After our French adventure, I made my way to Nottingham, a large central town near both Birmingham and Kegworth. Nottingham was notable for its water and lovely scenery, and had perhaps the best restaurant I've eaten at in a very long time.
Here's a graveyard:

And here my new favourite restaurant. Should you ever be in Nottingham, eat here:

After two days in Nottingham, and for no particular reason save convenience of travel, I spent an unfortunate night in York (a city I love, in a bed and breakfast to which I shall never return). On my morning in York, I finally had a chance to walk along the city walls (an experience forbidden during our first trip to York, when the wall path around the city was icy).

I subsequently took a train further North, where after two very long weeks away I met my husband in lovely Durham, where we spent two weeks in the Norman wing (named after the 11th century civilisation, rather than an individual of the same name) of a very old castle.
The view from our room:

Since we returned to our little ancient town, things have been a bit less exciting. I've written another substantial chunk of eventual thesis, Isaac has finished work for the Chemistry department, and we've spent most of our free time trying to soak up sunshine, culture, and views of the beautiful sea.
We attended a ball:

We sipped (local-brewed) cider on the beach:

We celebrated the Resurrection looking out over the North Site in the ruins of a church in which people have been celebrating Easter for more than a thousand years:

And we revisited the Rock and Spindle (as ever) to enjoy the lovely sea and one of our favourite places on earth:

May thus far has been busy and a little hectic, but the beautiful weather has continued, and I love Scotland more than ever, if that's possible.