Believe it or not, it's been exactly one year since we first moved to England. Some of you may recall our first few weeks here. One of the most memorable experiences for me was learning to drive. Since Brian got right to work, I had the terrifying task of driving around England looking for a house on my own. I remember following the real estate agent out to our house in Walsham for a viewing. She was driving at a normal rate of speed for someone accustomed to European cars and country roads. In other words, she was going at least 60 around turns and curves that would no doubt flip an American-sized SUV. I, on the other hand, trailed behind doing 30 and still ended up with a front, left hub cap that now requires zip ties to stay put.

I'll never forget that first trip down the Scary Road. It is, for your information, properly named The Street. Seriously, it's called "The Street." Apparently the road-namers ran out of ideas once they got to Walsham. Anyhow, we seriously considered not moving here after driving down this road a few times. The video doesn't really do it justice, but you can ask my father-in-law how frightening it is. I nearly killed them on that road while he and Robyn were here. And, no, it wasn't intentional.