Over the past six weeks, our weekends have been seriously busy with many fun trips, as well as exciting weekends at home, like last weekend with my baby shower. While I have loved each and every one of the busy weekends, I have been looking forward to slowing down the pace of life and staying at home for the few weekends in November before our baby arrives. We had made the decision that this weekend, we would forego our friend's annual birthday bonfire in light of my heavily pregnant state, and the amount of driving that would be involved in heading up North for the celebrations. But the lure of seeing friends and celebrating a birthday with a bonfire one last time was too great, and so we swiftly packed our bags and drove up to Liverpool on Saturday morning. Now, England might only be a small country, but there sure is a difference in temperature between the South where we live, and the North. It was cold and the rain was pretty relentless. But the intensity of the grey skies made those moments when the sun decided to shine even more glorious.
Amazingly, the rain did not hinder the bonfire and fireworks fun, and the men kept themselves thoroughly entertained with cooking apples on the fire, shooting fireworks in a slightly dangerous fashion, and piling on wood to keep the fire burning throughout the evening.
Every time we go to Liverpool, we pay a visit to The Tavern, which was established by an American and they serve the most delicious breakfast's and brunches. I am a creature of habit when it comes to brunch, and I always opt for eggs benedict, but as runny yolks are not advisable for pregnant ladies, I had to choose an alternative of a stack of blueberry pancakes. Delicious, but a far cry from my love of eggs benedict. My mouth is watering at the prospect of being able to eat the delicious combination of poached eggs, bacon and hollandaise sauce once this babe arrives.
As we drove back down South, the weather transformed from heavy rain and hailstones to glorious Autumnal sunshine. I love watching the world go by from the passenger seat while John drives and I take far too many photos of fields filled with sheep, blue skies and trees that are holding onto their Autumn coloured leaves. We relished this last journey as a family of two, and rather than rushing to get home, we took a leisurely break for a coffee & hot chocolate at the motorway services, and talked about the birth of our baby who could come at any time. Oh my.