
The family trip to Stacey's homeland has come to its end, and Stace is back to work and I'm back to - well, I'm back to taking care of Cora. Wait, I was doing that in England too... Never mind! She is a joy to care for, and it was great having all the help from my in-laws over the last two weeks.
Cora did pretty well on the long flight home. She cried the whole time we were waiting in line to board, making us a bit nervous, and then cried for about 10 minutes in the first hour, making me even more anxious. But then she settled down, and ended up taking a five-hour nap (see photo). Stace and I took the opportunity to watch "Music and Lyrics," the Hugh Grant movie that opened

the day Cora was born, and features a character named Cora.
Now that our trip is over, let me offer my best advice for any parents who need to travel long-distance with a baby: Have a nursery completely set up for you when you arrive! We are so grateful to Sue and Gord and our friends/family in Somerset who helped make our travel easy. We were able to borrow an infant seat/car seat, travel bed, changing mat, baby bath, infant bouncer and toys, and Stace's nan bought us a stroller. All we needed to bring was Cora and her clothes. Thanks to the Richards and Bristows for their help! And speaking of Bristows, here is Cora

meeting Ben, the delightful 2-year-old son of Stace's cousin Karen and her husband Martin.
As for the rest of our adventure since I last posted, Stace and Gord agreed to stop their DIY work in the kitchen on Friday so we could take a family trip to a tank museum. On the way, the car started acting up, and we ended up instead having lunch in Sherborne, a picture-perfect Dorset town with ancient buildings, great shopping and plenty of pubs and coffee shops. I think Sue and I got the better end of this day, and no, we didn't sabotage the car to avoid the tank museum. In the evening, Cora stayed with Sue and Gord and Stace and I watched Pirates with Dean and Jenny. No, Cora didn't really take her bottle, but we timed it so that I could feed her before we left and immediately

when we came home, and all went very well.
On Saturday, Uncle Dean (an auto mechanic) fitted new brakes on the car, and we had a nice family meal in a pub in the evening.
The final, four-generations photo is from our trip earlier in the week to Hawkchurch, the village where Stacey's nan Mary grew up.