On Tuesday nights the pub down the street has "Curry Night", and oh man, oh man, oh man, was it good! It cracks us up that the Brits claim curry as one of their national dishes. :) The two Tuesdays we were in Derby, we ate at the pub and the food was delicious!
Aren't we just the most proper little British family? Especially the littlest. People told us all the time that we had given our son a good and distinguished British name.
After dinner, Jackie had wanted us to talk a country walk where sheep are roaming and the view is incredibly pasturesque. It was a gorgeous evening with a fabulous sunset and since the sun doesn't set until 10'ish, it gave us plenty of time to take our walk.
She wasn't kidding about the sheep. So cute! So much like Psalm 23!
Sheep are way cuter to me when I'm not the one caring for them and showing them in the county fair!
Always ready to strike a pose as we cross over the stile in the pasture.
The amazing mum-in-law!
"Oh no, Megan, I'll save you from falling in! (Or maybe I'll just pretend to push you in. Whichever comes first!)"
Daddy introducing Bennett to beautiful scenery
It was a long walk.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
We were definitely in a "strike a strange pose" that night. I blame it on the curry.
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