As fate would have it, my cousin Karen was vacationing right smack between Scotland (where I was) and London (where I was going). Naturally, I had to stop in for a cup of tea. For four days.
Karen and I grew up down the road from each other in the backwoods of Canada. We happen to be fourth cousins or third cousins or some such cousins-a-few-times-removed. Our grandparents were siblings. You work it out. Then she had a baby, which makes the family tree even more confusing.
|Karen and Holly. My country cousins.|
You may recognize Holly from the Lion King baptism I attended in Canada back in February.
Karen and I are so alike that even we stop in amazement at how similar we can be. We have the same views on our family (big and loud), baked goods (homemade and always available if company drops in unexpectedly), potato chips (salt & vinegar and sometimes plain) and snakes (we had a lot of them lurking around our houses).
And until I told her, she had no point of view on Werther’s Original candies, but afterward, she agreed that it’s necessary to have a Werther’s Original in the company of a buddy because those candies are slippery and can lodge in your throat.
“No one wants to die from a Werther’s Original.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Sometimes we think it’s genes. Sometimes we think it’s geography. Maybe it’s a mix of both. Whatever it is, when you hang out with someone just like you and you happen to find yourself to be good times, you’re bound to have a good times with said other person.
So after three days of vegging out in Glasgow, I hopped a train half way down to London where I was fetched by Karen’s husband Rob to spend Easter in and around Kirby Longsdale with the family.
These fine folks are the perfect mix of active and non-active. We hiked. We rested. And Holly basically called the shots. When we were hiking, she would only stop being disagreeable if we sang nursery rhymes. So there we were, the three of us singing round after round of nursery rhymes to the baby on our hike. The hills were definitely alive with the sound of music.
|“Doe a deer, a female deer. Ray a drop of golden sun…”|
|“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…”|
|“99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…”|
|“Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir three bags full…”|
|We upped the tempo of Baa Baa Black Sheep when we saw these rock stars.|
|In the end, we opted for cuddles and she liked that best of all.|
Maybe it was our singing.