Pittsburgh, PA

Thursday 8th November
Not wanting to let any moss grow, I left Washington DC behind and headed north to Pittsburgh. My mode of transport this time.... the Megabus!! I had done some research and discovered that for the price of a hamburger ($8.50) I could get a bus to Pittsburgh. The journey was 4 hours long, which included two 15-min breaks, and we arrived almost an hour early. The coach was empty, comfortable and had wifi and power points to charge devices.....score 10/10!

My reason for heading to Pittsburgh is simple, I have family there. My cousin, Genevieve moved to the USA abut 6 years ago to pursue her nursing career. She has just graduated with a Masters in Nursing Practice... And is now qualified to do lots!! She works at UPMC-Presbyterian with the artificial heart program. Basically she works with cool technology keeping people alive until they can get a heart transplant :-)

Not only does Gen have a ridiculously cool job.... But she has a lifestyle to match! Gen nicknamed me Nana and I nicknamed her the Owl! Now I had no idea what to expect in Pittsburgh, I had done no research and to be honest....I don't really know my cousin that well. Having lived on opposite sides of the world most of our adult life! I expect Gen was as nervous about my trip as me...well maybe not...she is one tough chick!!

So back to my story... Gen picked me up in town and we drove to her new house that she bought earlier this year. I have attached a photo of the house...it is cute and HUGE!!! Oh... And has lots of leaves...we filled 6 bags of leaves on the Sunday afternoon. But with hours left in the day we grabbed some dinner at a pizza place and headed for tenpin bowling, it was ladies night after all. I met some of Gen's friends, felt incredibly old (as they are all young) and even managed some spares :-)

Friday 9th November

Gen got up incredibly early after our late night and went to work... I stayed in bed and slept! I had a lovely relaxing day at home and geared up for the weekend ahead. Gen has recently taken up ice hockey, and so Friday night was a 'pick up game'. I went along too and had a skate in the public session before the game. I am chuffed to report that I did not fall over, and had a fun time. I took my seat when the big kids came out to play in all their gear, and was sure glad I wasn't on the ice. Gen did great!!

We drove home so Gen could change,but it was only midnight, so off we went to a friends house for a game or two of beer pong. I learnt that beer pong has rules, as the rookie it appears I was breaking them all!

Saturday 10th November

After such a late night, we had a really quiet morning and I have not much to report! We were invited over to a 'grill' (translation: BBQ) at a colleagues place. I am not sure how it all happened... but there was a chest hair length competition, the photo captures the girl who gleefully plucked the chest hair from the willing contestants! One of the fellas grabbed a guitar and entertained us, and we had a deep philosophical discussion on abortion, a big political issue in the USA pre and post election. It was a great night just chilling with locals and learning about American culture.

We popped into a lookout and rode the inclines up and down the hill on our way home. Pittsburgh has a certain charm, as the buildings lie on the banks of two rivers that join in the downtown area. We finally headed home close to midnight, and Gen "the owl" dropped me "Nana" home before heading off to another party... I was ready for my bed :-)

Sunday 11th November

I had used the 9 Marks website to track down a church, and had found one close to Gen's house. I was going to walk, but Gen wasn't convinced that this would be safe, so she dropped me off at Redeemer Church. I received a warm welcome, a John Piper book and took my seat. The pastors wife came up and introduced herself before the service started and I had a great conversation after church with a Nursing Phd student. The sermon was solid, the music spot on and the fellowship textbook! I gave them my details as requested and received this email a few days later.

Dear Ngaira,

I am writing to you to thank you for your visit to Redeemer Community Church on Sunday. I trust that you received a warm welcome from our regular attenders. Sorry that I didn't get the chance to talk with you on Sunday, but my wife, Wendy, said that she did. I hope that we were an encouragement to you in your walk with Christ. As we heard on Sunday, remember to trust fully in the Sovereign God who is in control of all things! Praise Him!

Blessings in Christ,
Todd, Elder

Isn't it great to experience when church is done well! I am so thankful that I hunted down this church, and give it the thumbs up for anyone in Pittsburgh.

Gen picked me up after church, as we had things to do. We had lunch at 'Pamela's' a very popular diner on the Strip. I had decadent pancakes with strawberries...mmmmm yum! I left concerned that I had peaked too early... I am not sure if pancakes will ever taste the same again! We then wandered though the Strip looking for Pittsburgh Steelers Merchandise... as Gen had nabbed tickets for the Monday night game. We rounded the day off with burgers at Burgatory (alcoholic milkshakes and build-your-own burger being their speciality) before seeing Gen don her kit again for more ice hockey.

Monday 12th November

Sleep, recovery, pumpkin pies....then football. Call me weird funny names, but Monday was one of those days that I crave... a domestic day. I took the opportunity for a sleep in, got some washing done and then baked two pumpkin pies. If I haven't already mentioned this...I just love pumpkin pie (and may just find a packet of pumpkin pie spices in my return luggage). When Gen got off work we geared up (thermals and Steelers hoodie on) for the football game. Unfortunately the weather was awful, in single digits and raining, but we are tough and pushed through the pain barrier.


The stadium sits on the banks of the river, so we parked the car and got the ferry over the river. We arrived to a packed stadium and enjoyed watching a well fought game. Now these fans are committed...they have bright yellow towels, called 'Terrible Towels' which they swing around, and didn't appear concerned by the appalling weather, even when it started hailing! Try did a stunt to mark Remembrance Day, with people holding up provided cards during the national anthem. Check out the photos of this! Predictably I was freezing!! My gortex rain jacket does not appear to be waterproof, which put a damper on things. But golly gosh did I appreciate the electric seat warmers in Gen's car on the way home, and a piece of pumpkin pie with a cup of hot tea, when we got home.

Tuesday 13th November

My time was up, so I packed my bags again and went to work with Gen in the morning. We dubbed it 'bring a cousin to work day'. I got to hang out at the hospital before Gen dropped me off to catch the airport bus to fly to Asheville, North Carolina.

So I travelled to Pittsburgh with nervous energy, and left with a full heart. I had met real locals, got ID'd at a bar, watched my first game of NFL and ate the most superb pancakes. But more important than all that, I created memories with my cousin, we shared our lives and connected as adults. I came away impressed by her strength, energy, wit, and generous heart. Gen is only a few years older than me, and has had more heartache in the last 2 years than I could ever imagine, with the death of both her parents. But she has faced these challenges with real guts and heart, and that makes me proud to be her cousin. But that is also the reason I will never go head to head on the ice against her!

Washington, DC

I arrived in Washington on Saturday 3rd November to stay with the Fletchers. Graham and Lorraine are on a 3 year posting here with the Australian Government and have been blessed with a lovely home, which they share with their dog, Saffi, as well as many Australians passing through. During my stay they also had their niece staying and another travelling Aussie, Emma Bishell.

I stayed on the third floor with Emma, in a lovely bedroom overlooking the gorgeous garden, our own bathroom and tv room. It was such a restful place to stay, a home-away-from-home. I managed many long sleep-ins and early nights, which I needed as Washington DC is a walkable town if you have the endurance!

Capitol Hill Baptist Church

On Sunday I caught the metro to Capitol Hill Baptist Church. This church was a vision in 1867, founded in 1878 has had real periods of growth and decline over the last 50 years, but is now a strong, thriving, leading church led by Mark Dever.

The church demographic is young, with a sunday service attendance between 900 and 1,000 people, and around 200+ visitors each week. Their website asks that you be bold and introduce yourself, in a church this size, there is no way they can know you are new!

Sunday mornings start at 9:30am, with Core Seminar programs, where people can learn about God’s Word and its application to all areas of life. There were about five options to choose from. I attended a Seminar Course titled 'Christians and Government'. The course runs for six weeks and they were asking the question 'What is justice?' the week I attended. I joined in the back of the group, there were about 100 people in the seminar, and listened in on a topic I had never even considered before. I left after an hour, with so much to think about, and process. What a brilliant start to a Sunday!!

There was then a seamless transition into the church service that started at 10:30am. I found a new seat and settled in to listen to a sermon by one of the church Elders, Timeless Questions: Does True Love Exist? Looking at Ephesians 1:1-6. To listen in check out this page http://www.capitolhillbaptist.org/2012/11/does-true-love-exist-ephesians-11-6/

After church I went on my (now customary) search for a cup of tea! I instead found some amazing cupcakes. I was bold and said hello to a girl I met at the cupcakes. She was just grabbing cupcakes and running, but gave me directions to tea. I returned upstairs and located the hot drinks area. I discovered a queue for coffee and a urn looking lonely. Unable to work the urn, I asked for help, and was given assistance. Mission completed, I had my cup of tea, but was still struggling to find fellowship! I looked around and saw an elderly woman, was bold, and introduced myself to Zena. She has been attending CHBC since WWII. We had a lovely chat and shared stories of life. I finished up my cup of tea, and left...not sure if I had been bold enough or found fellowship... More definitions to consider. But I did leave feeling that I had visited a faithful bible teaching church, encouraging and training its members to lead missional lives in DC. Oh and they have great cupcakes in the basement... If you can find them!

Restoration Church

On Sunday night I attended church with the Fletchers. This is a new church plant, with support from CHBC and has a congregation of about 100 people. They are working through a sermon series 'Christ the King' and looked at Christ as the all-sufficient King working through Colossians 2:6-10.

The sermon was powerful, and I have attached a link if you are keen to be challenged by the Word.

http://www.restorationchurchdc.com/resources/sermon/

The smaller church meant I left feeling welcome and known. I didn't get a cup if tea however! I would recommend this church, their warmth and fellowship was evident throughout the service and they have rock solid teaching.

I did attend one of their community groups on the Wednesday night. This is always a privilege and joy, to share lives with brothers and sisters from another country. I was warmly welcomed by Laura, whose apartment we met in. The girls and guys also split up at the end of every night for 'accountability', this is such a good opportunity to share deeper and be held accountable. I did get an offer of green tea here... Getting closer :-)

Presidential Election 2012
I was in DC for the election!! Emma and I watched the results unfold in a bar in DuPont Circle and then later at a private Republican swishy party that we crashed! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we soaked it all up! Ooh the characters we met, the people watching we did...too much to tell on a blog...but fascinating stuff!!

Sightseeing
I did the usual sightseeing in DC. Lorraine had organised for us to do a tour of the White House the day after the election. What a privilege to see the inside of this building and to stand in the rooms where many important decisions are made.
We also did a tour of the Capitol Building, checked out a couple of Smithsonians, Memorials and ate bagels and pumpkin pie.

I love DC, no I really mean it!! It is such a liveable city, beautiful streets, stimulating discussions and feels like home. A huge thank you to the Fletchers for your hospitality and inside peek into life in DC.

Lexington Park, MD

My last entry was as I was on a train to Baltimore. Well I arrived, and can wholeheartedly endorse Amtrak. The seats were roomy, the train was in time and there was lots of room for my unwieldy baggage.

Alison picked me up at the station and had her two little boys on board. Ari is now 4 years old, and has the cutest smile, mop of hair and is a real charmer! I got to meet little Baxter, who is 16 months old and gives great cuddles.

We headed to the local mall to grab a bite to eat and let the boys run free before commencing the 2-hour drive to Lexington Park. I managed to get a great photo of the boys on a ride at the mall, in an American school bus.

How wonderful it was to chat with Al pon the way home and to hear what she has been up to, since I last saw her nearly 3 years ago!

We arrived at their HUGE home, and I was shown to the basement, where I had my own bedroom, bathroom, sitting room and indoor trampoline. But the special welcome came from Ari, who had decided to make 'Miss Ngaira' a necklace. Too special!!

Well I could tell you about the plans we had for my week in Maryland, but we soon realised that Hurricane Sandy was also visiting Maryland that week. So plans changed and we stayed at home for the week. But here are some of the highlights from my time with the Starks.

Annapolis, MD.
John looked after the boys for the day as Al and I drove to Annapolis for the day. This used to be the capital of Maryland and is a cute coastal town, housing a HUGE naval base. We pottered around and had a lovely lunch of crab cakes by the waters edge.

The town was preparing for Sandy's arrival too. The local council dump a whole heal if sand and empty bags, for locals to make their own sand bags for defence against unwanted guests.

Halloween
Now I know this is a controversial topic, but we had soo much fun. Ari decided to dress up as Mr Incredible (he is at the age when he doesn't need a reason to dress up... And wore a costume of some sort every day I was there!) and Baxter went as Nemo.

We converged for dinner at a friends house and all the adults took 7 or so children around the local streets to meet the neighbours and obtain sweets.

I was surprised how friendly everyone was, and how it was a great opportunity to meet neighbours and enjoy the creative costumes the children were wearing. Some of the home owners were also dressed up as they gave out their sweets.

After an hour or so, we returned to the house and continued to celebrate the 5th birthday of Ari's best friend, Sam.

It is a shame that such a fun, innocent, neighbourly activity has such dark origins. The only scary aspect for me was 7 small children high on sugar in a confined space!!

Hurricane Sandy

I have now lived through a hurricane, and I will openly admit that it was fun! We got off very lightly, with only a power outage for 30 mins. We spent the evening with John and Alex and their 5 year old Sam (Ari's bf). The wind howled, he rain lashed and we were tucked up indoors. We did play a game of hide and seek with the lights turned off... Which was fun! The Americans have such huge houses that it is fun, there are so many spots to hide in! I recommend this game to anyone on a stormy night. I found the best spot and would never have been found if the game had not been interrupted by the loosing of power, which sent the two fellas outside to start the generator.

Sock Hop

John and Alex are known for their parties, and an invitation was extended to me to join them. So I jumped at the chance to attend my first Sock Hop. Al and I went shopping and found clothes, and even sewed a petticoat for my skirt to be transformed into a poodle skirt.

The party was fun, with lots of dancing, limbo, a bonfire, hot apple cider, hula hooping and the children hot-rodding it down the driveway. I think we looked the part and had a wonderful night.

Cooking and Craft with Ari

Ari is the sweetest thing. So I asked him if he would like to help me make a fall wreath. He agreed, we shopped and then he sat with me for hours as we made it together. I took a break at one stage for 2-minutes and I was even ordered back to work.... He wanted it done, so he could put it up in his room!

We also made some pumpkin shaped cookies for Halloween. I have a feeling Ari enjoyed eating the mixture the most!

On Saturday morning 3rd November it was time to depart. I packed up my gear and we squished into the car to drive to Washington DC. We stopped for breakfast at Cracker Barrel on the way... An experience to have in the USA I am told. John navigated the streets of DC and handed me over to the Fletchers.

It wasn't until about an hour later that Al realised I had left my handbag their car :-( Poor John had to drive my handbag back up to DC on Sunday (4-hour return trip......ouch!

My week with the Starks was precious. Brilliant conversations, special moments and an overwhelming sense of blessing to know the Starks. They return to Australia in December as their 3 year RAAF posting concludes, so I feel just so lucky to have visited them in the USA and to have been able to share this season of their lives with them.

Union, NJ

I am on an Amtrak train on my way to Baltimore to meet up with Al and John Stark and their 2 children. I am excited as I have not met their youngest, but am sad to be leaving behind the Beaumont clan. So let me catch you up on what I got up to in my 2nd week in the USA.

Friday 19th October
The heavens opened up and the rain poured as Pete and Diane Zanias dropped me off at Morrisville, NJ where I was met by Sarah. The last time I had seen Tim and Sarah Beaumont had been Christmas 2007 in Cardiff, Wales. They had Isabella (Izzy) and a newborn boy, Ethan. The family has now moved to Union, NJ and have a new addition, Gavin (GavyB).

Sarah picked me up in her mini-van, oh how life has changed!! We drove back to her Mom's house where they live and got all settled in. Sarah and Tim have always challenged me, by the decisions they make and the way they live, and this trip was no exception!

I was given the single bed in the lounge, Sarah's Moms (Buckey) bed. Sarah and Tim share a bedroom with their three children and Sarah's brother Clint has the second bedroom. Buckey relocated for the week to Aunt Harriet's house, where she slept in the basement... And I have a sneaking suspicion that she enjoyed the change :-)

Now many people would think that having 7 people living in a 2-bed house was enough, but Sarah and Tim found room for one more! This is typical of their generous hearts and selfless love for others. What a blessing it is to know such wonderful people.

So I bet you are wondering how I know people in New Jersey. Sarah is a local, who met (at American Summer Camp) and married Tim who grew up in Cardiff, Wales. Tim studied at Cambridge, and worked in corporate law in London. I met them in 2003 when I did the Alpha Course at HTB. They loved and cared for me whilst we grew to love Jesus together. I even moved in with them for a few months when I needed a place to stay when life got tough in 2004. They moved back to NJ in 2008 and Tim has retrained, and is now a primary school teacher.

So this week for me, is a little bit like a homecoming, with chaos added into the mix....and as you will see... The week lived up to any expectations!

Saturday 20th October
It started early with a 7.45am Chelsea vs Tottenham soccer game in the lounge (aka my bedroom!). Uncle Ed arrived for the game with a bag on delicious bagels, cream cheese and smoked salmon. Their were loud cheers, then silence as the Spurs were beaten by Chelsea.

But the silence was only momentary as we had a wedding to go to! Sarah's Dad was lining up for his 4th wedding, and the children were attendants. We bundled into the minivan and got to the church in time (just) and the children looked adorable. We spent the day hanging out with Sarah's family and being entertained by their bold humour!

Sunday 21st October
A slower start to the day, thank goodness as we were all a little tired. We attended a local church, where I was the prize exhibit with my Aussie accent. The pastor preached on John 8:31-32 and I was struck by how often I go to people for advice, assistance or comfort, when God says come to him. God may indeed send his response in the form of people, but he wants me to approach him first.

Monday 22nd October
Sarah kept Izzy and Ethan off school and we all went to Point Pleasant Beach on the jersey shore. We had fun sitting in the sun on the beach, competing in running races, picking up shells, and even discovering a horseshoe crab. We took some gorgeous photos and enjoyed nature and each others company.

Tuesday 23rd October
Buckey took a day off work and came over and looked after the boys so Sarah and I could spend the day together. We drove up to Morristown and checked out the arboretum before taking a tour of the Ford Mansion and Jockey Hollow National Park.

Ford Mansion (aka Washington's Headquarters) was where General Washington and his wife wintered in 1779-80. It became the centre of the American Revolution during their stay. The tour showed us through the house, and as I stood staring out the window, my mind wandered to consider what Gen. Washington thought when he stood in the same place.

About 7km down the road is Jockey Hollow. This site was chosen because it was easily defended and had enough resources to build log cabins to house his 10,000 strong troops. The men arrived in Jockey Hollow at the beginning of winter and slept in tents until they built themselves huts.

The conditions here were tough! There was not enough food, inadequate clothing and lots of work to do. This winter was also described at the time as the worst in living history.

For Sarah and I the conditions were perfect, the autumn colours were spectacular, the sun was out and it was charming as we took a look at replica huts and walked around the original farmhouse.

We returned home, picking Tim up from work on the way. We were greeted by dinner cooked by Buckey and excited children.... I'd like to say the day finished with hit cocoa by an open fire retelling stories and boring the children silly.... But that is not how we rolled!

Ethan (5 y.o.) ran into the kitchen to give his Dad a cuddle and slipped and banged his chin on the chair Tim was sitting on. Tears and blood flowed, and Sarah and Tim spent the evening in the ED getting three internal and 2 external stitches in Ethan's chin!

His cute face now bears the marks of battle, but I think it may help his Halloween costume look more authentic.

Wednesday 24th

Hmmmm this is one if those days where I will concede I did nothing!! Hmmm yep, nothing!! Ooh and it was good!

Thursday 25th October

And here I am now, still sitting on a train. About to leave Philadelphia station. I had an early start, said farewell to Tim at 6.30am as he left for school. Then took Izzy and Ethan to school, and more goodbyes, before Sarah and Gavin drove me to Newark Penn Station. More cuddles and goodbyes, and an open invitation to return for longer next time from Sarah.

The blessing of good friends is sadness when you depart, comfort in the knowledge that we will think and pray for each other often in the meanwhile, and joyful hope that we will see each other again soon.

Coplay, Pennsylvania

I flew from London to Newark, NJ on Friday 12th October 2012, leaving behind the UK and carrying with me many special memories from my 6 month visit. I transited through Basel, Switzerland, which made my journey feel longer than it really was.

I arrived at Newark airport, had my fingerprints taken again at US Customs and commenced the US section of my travels.

I exited the immigration area to be greeted by Diane Zanias, who had a huge smile and welcomed me with an American hug. We popped out to the 'sidewalk' and I was greeted by Pete Zanias. These wonderful people have kindly opened their home and hearts to me, for my first week in the US.

So what have I been up to.. good question!! Here is a run down so far

Saturday
Drove down to Philadelphia and checked out the historic district, especially the Liberty Bell and Irish memorial.

The Liberty Bell is an iconic symbol of American Independence. It was formerly placed in the steeple of the Pennsylvania State House (now renamed Independence Hall), the bell was commissioned in London in 1752, and was cast with the lettering (part of Leviticus 25:10) "Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof." It originally cracked when first rung after arrival in Philadelphia, and was twice recast by local workmen John Pass and John Stow, whose last names appear on the bell. In its early years, the Liberty Bell was used to summon lawmakers to legislative sessions and to alert citizens to public meetings and proclamations.

The Irish Memorial, was opened to the public in 2003. The Memorial is dedicated to the memory of more than one million innocent men, women and children who perished during the years 1845 to 1850 and to the millions of Irish immigrants who found freedom, liberty and prosperity in the US.

Indulged in a Philly Cheese Steak with the lots and fell asleep whilst watching Rocky.

Sunday
I joined Pete and Diane at their local church, Grace Chapel. Here people wanted to talk to me to hear my Aussie accent, and I even got a compliment, when told that my accent sounded so refined!! LOL!!

We had a quiet afternoon, then headed to an Apologetics simulcast at the locale High School in he evening. We got to hear from William Lane Craig (www.reasonablefaith.org) as well as a few others Lee Strobel. Craig has a huge brain, and it was impressive to see it in action, even if I couldn't keep up!!

Monday
I had a sleep in, which was just delightful, before opening my Greek Text Book. I learnt the Greek alphabet, thanks to a funny YouTube video, sitting outside enjoying the fall weather and stunning views.

I even ventured out for a long walk to take in the sights of the rural countryside in which I am staying.

Tuesday
Meg, a friend if Diane's from church came over in the morning for a bible study, which I joined in on. Meg had just got back from a family holiday to Denver, Colorado. They drove 27 hours straight to get here, amusingly only minutes later we were discussing how far away Australia is, and how long a flight... The irony :-)

Diane and I then jumped in the car and visited Coplay Cement Kilns. The nine kilns were built in 1892-1893, and used for the production of Portland cement. They are constructed of locally produced red brick, and are known as Schoefer vertical kilns. They were shut down in 1904. The Coplay Cement Company donated the kilns and surrounding land in 1975, for a cement industry museum. Disappointingly, hear structures are fenced off, and a museum is not evident. But they are quite an attractive sight.

But Coplay also has covered bridges to see, so off we went to the Kreidersville Covered Bridge. This bridge is a Burr truss wooden covered bridge that crosses the Hokendauqua Creek in Allen Township, Northampton County, Pennsylvania. Its length is 116 feet. The bridge is owned by the township and is the only covered bridge remaining in Northampton County. In 1959, it inspired the citizens of Northampton County to rally for its preservation after it became known that the State Highway Department had plans to build a new concrete bridge in its place. It became one of the first covered bridges to be recognized for preservation by a committee of enthusiasts, who in 1959 formed a State organization called "The Theodore Burr Covered Bridge Society of Pennsylvania", so named for the arched truss patented by Theodore Burr and used in the construction of this bridge. In 1960, The Burr Covered Bridge Society, together with The Harmony Grange and local citizens, influenced the Northampton County Commissioners to accept ownership after the Pennsylvania State Highway Department restored the bridge.

Time was getting away from us, but we had time to pop into a local Craft shop for a crochet pattern before heading to an over-55's yoga class. I stretched, strained and giggled as we were put through our paces. It was really fun, and a relief to know I could keep up with the crowd :-)

After yoga, we popped down to the local diner for a 'cawfeee'. I had another American movie moment as we walked in and were greeted by an OAP waitress who knew Diane!! Here I got to chat with Diane's friend Jayne, and had a wonderful evening sharing lives and stories!

We made it home in time to watch the 2nd presidential debate, Mitt Romney vs Barack Obama (for those of you not in the know). It was interesting, but probably for me the most exciting part was feeling like I was playing my part in an episode of West Wing :-)

Wednesday

Hmmm.. Today I am yet to venture out of bed. I wonder what today has in store.... I will let you know :-)

Ciao for now!

Ngaira xx

Weekend in London

It was Friday of my second week of work... And I was all set for a weekend in London. I finished work at 4.30 and was on the road by 5pm. I had packed hurriedly, and yes I did forget a few important items!

I drove out of Poole in Mum and Dad's Honda Jazz. The road leaving town was congested, everyone heading home from work. The traffic was slowed by constant rain showers and even a hail storm, and I giggled to myself. Why? Well firstly the scene was so typically English, rain and hail. But probably more so because the region has just moved to a hose pipe ban, due to 'drought' conditions.

I drove 1.5 hours north to Farnham, a quaint town in Surrey. As I drove past signs to Jane Austen's home, I made a mental note to visit next time I travelled this way.

I arrived at Carolyn's home just on 6.30pm. Carolyn shared a flat in London with my Mum in the 1970's, before they were both married. Carolyn had arranged tickets to see a play at the Farnham Maltings. The play was titled 'The Girl with the Iron Claws' and was very well done.

We had a lazy Saturday morning before I headed off to Wimbledon Village to meet Karen and Moe for lunch. After 45 mins I arrived, and spent the next 4 hours catching up on 4 years news. Some would say that was an economical afternoon. These lovely ladies are both OT's I worked with when I used to live in London.

I jumped back in the car and headed north to Hampstead to meet Bec for dinner. We had a lovely meal at a local pub, before returning to my car. And my second parking infringement notice in 2 weeks!! £80 this time, and booked for failing to pay from 5.58-6.00pm!!

Anyway.... Moving swiftly along. Bec and I drove into Central London, and went to Proms Praise at Royal Albert Hall. What a night!!! Performers included Keith & Kirsty Getty, Jonathon Veira and Graham Kendrick.

I arrived at my Aunt and Uncles at around midnight! Went straight to bed, and awoke in the morning to a cup of tea in bed and then my Uncle Julian cooked me eggs and bacon for breakfast.

Sunday was a lazy day. The sun was shining, so we walked along the Thames to an allotment. Watered the plants and I picked heaps of rhubarb. We then sauntered home while I enjoyed a lovely Skype chat with a friend of mine, Simon in Canberra.

Hungry from the sunshine, we decided to try out Jamie Oliver's new restaurant down the road 'Union Jacks'. With some nice English grub and wine on board, It was time for me to depart, and take the M3 home to Poole and Grannie Smith.

A relaxing weekend spent with special people, great food and joyful music.

My Dad is now an Aussie

So after living in Australia since 1983, my Dad is now an Aussie. I was not there to witness this historic occasion, as I am in the UK. Mercia and Mum shared the day with Dad, and apparently Mum shed a tear!

Dad has never really wanted to be an Aussie. He has never really needed to. As an Englishman (and permanent resident) he is eligible to vote, use Medicare and remain ignorant to BBQ's and sport.

But now Mum and Dad live in the UK, he has lost his permanent residency, so it was either citizenship or tourist visas. Suggestions were made that this could have positive implications on Mum giving Dad the slip! But seriously, what a pain.

So in Dad's words, on Thursday 29th March 2012 I was "nobbled in a backstreet of Canberra in broad daylight."

Searching for a church in Poole

Now that I have arrived in the UK, the time has come to find a church. I have only attended three churches in my lifetime (and I never really chose any of them) so I have to admit I was really nervous about the task ahead of me.

Using my OT skills, I completed a task analysis, and wrote a list of what I was looking for in a church. I conducted research online, and got some input from a few strangers. I prayed for wisdom and guidance, and then changed my mind continually. I had no idea that there were so many churches in Poole/Bournemouth to choose from.

As my indecision continued Sunday was fast approaching. By Saturday night I still had a short list of 5 churches. I was feeling the pressure (self-induced) to find the right church immediately. As I am only in the UK for a maximum of 6 months, I didn't want to waste precious time church shopping.

So unable to sleep, I decided to download sermons from the short-listed churches. I was able to quickly cross out a few, and finalised the two churches I would attend the following day. It was after 1am, I could now sleep!

First church in the list was Broadstone Baptist Church. I drove 8 minutes down the road to Broadstone, located the church, parked and breathed deeply. I arrived 5 mins late, well that is what we do in Australia! But not here, church had started, and it was full, so and I was directed to an empty seat in the front row. Lesson learnt!

I sat through the meeting trying to follow the flow of things. What struck me immediately was a real sense of community. The pastor, Tim, really knew and engaged with his congregation. We sang happy birthday to a little boy, and Tim let us know about his upcoming trip to the USA (supplying an itinerary for those interested). The whole church then practiced their fighter verses. Wow!!

Tim then informed us that he was preaching through Acts and the mornings sermon was from Acts 4:31-5:11, the story of Ananias and Sapphira.

I was challenged to fear God as He takes sin very seriously. I was encouraged by the reminder that Jesus has already paid the price for my sin, by his death on the cross.

'But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.' 1 John 1:7

The formal part of church finished, it was now time to 'assess the friendly factor'. To say I felt welcomed was an understatement. I had sat next to Sylvia during church. She introduced herself and we chatted. Sylvia is in her 80's with very poor vision due to macular degeneration. She can't read the bible in church, but avidly reads at home with a projector device.

I then met more friendly faces, and the pastor Tim came over and introduced himself. I was invited to Tim's for a roast dinner (lunch), which I turned down (was already cooking one for Grannie Smith and myself). I was introduced to Dirk, whose home group I could join.

I left church feeling overwhelmed by God's provision and guiding hand. I had found a church which faithfully taught the bible, provided real fellowship and a place that I felt I could serve.

I returned home to cook a roast beef dinner, then returned for evening church. I was challenged and encouraged by a presentation on the current political situation in Mali (very dynamic!). The church has a missionary serving in Mali with Wycliffe, doing bible translation work.

After the service Sylvia invited me back to her home for a cup of tea. I accepted and we enjoyed sharing our lives and testimonies with each other. We prayed with each other before I left. I drove home praising God for his provision of Christian family here in Poole.

I never even made it to the next church on my short list!

How much of a good thing is too much??

Nairobi, Kenya

I have arrived in Nairobi, my last stop in Africa. In the days leading up to my arrival, I was a little nervous as to what was in store for me here. My official itinerary was to be two days in Nairobi, then travelling to Meru for a night to visit my Compassion sponsor child.

Why was I nervous? Well I am not sure...just a gut feeling. So far on this trip, I have left space for God to show me things I would never have planned or dreamt of. I left the same space in my schedule in Kenya, would God provide for me again here? My caution I think was based on a sense of realism, I had been so truly blessed in Zimbabwe, South Africa and Rwanda, it would be unrealistic to expect even more during my time in Kenya. But in calculating my expectations, I forgot that I was in Africa!!

I arrived at Nairobi Airport on Friday evening, and was met by James, the driver of my friend Mike and Trish. It was soo lovely to see Mike and Trish again, as they have been in Nairobi for 12 months on a posting with AusAid. I spent Saturday morning catching up with Trish and meeting a few expats. But God had a plan for my afternoon, that was humbling and very emotional!

My story starts with a man, Peter (also known as Opi or The General) who knows, loves and serves Jesus Christ. He has a heart for the street boys of Nairobi. For many years he has found street boys, brought them home, fed, loved and educated them, to give them hope for a better future. Enter an Asutralian, Anna, who met Opi and shared his vision for rescuing and loving these boys. They have been working together for many years and have recently built a home, which now houses 45 of these young men. Enter my friend Mike, keen to serve Jesus in Nairobi, and discovers iAfrica.

On Saturday, iAfrica farewelled Anna, as she is moving back to Australia after 6 years in Kenya. Mike is replacing her as Chair of the Board of Directors. IAfrica held a farewell lunch for Anna and her family, and I was blessed to attend. I got to see the work of these saints, and marvel at the love and compassion these people have for the lost and forgotten of Nairobi. As the boys spoke, danced and sang their farewells, there was only a few dry eyes in the hall. For me, I was overwhelmed by how much one person can do to change so many children's lives. Opi and Anna (along with their families) inspired, encouraged and challenged me to use the blessings I have been given to love those who are forgotten. What an amazing way to spend a Saturday afternoon. If you want more info, please visit www.immanuelafrika.org

But that was not it....today I witnessed God's power to use me in a very small way. As I flew to Rwanda last week, I met a man called Fredrick on the plane. He is from Nairobi, and we had a great chat about many things including faith. I invited him to church with me this weekend, when I was in Nairobi. He agreed. So I called him on Saturday night, and he was still keen to come..brilliant!! So this morning, I was overjoyed to meet him again at church. Mike and I enjoyed chatting with him, and Mike has given him details to join his bible study.

I also was very lucky as I got to meet, and have a chat over a cup of tea with Bernie. Now I had never met Bernie before, mainly because she lives and works in South Sudan....but she is one of those people that everyone seems to know.. And thinks that you know her too!! I was in luck, she was in Nairobi for a few days and dropped in to visit Trish and Mike!! What an amazing woman...she has given her life to work in Sudan as a relief aid worker!!

So, as you can see Kenya has been better than ever imagined...my cup runneth over!! And I am yet to meet my sponsor child.....I fly to the UK on Wednesday, and think I need a rest to process all the unbelievably brilliant experiences I have had....but in the meantime, let the good things roll!!

A time of contrast, Johannesburg, SA

I am back! I just looked at my blog, and realised I had promised to write from Johannesburg. Well I failed! Internet is more allusive in South Africa than Zimbabwe, well I am blaming that at least. I have had a wonderful few weeks, and will share with you some of the highlights. Firstly, saying goodbye to many friends at Harare airport was hard. It was hard to say farewell after a month of living, breathing, eating, sleeping, preaching, praying, talking, loving and living together. The Aussie team left Antony and Tawanda behind at Harare airport as we flew to Johannesburg. I then left the remainder of the team in Joburg, as they flew to Singapore. I have to admit it was a little surreal to be checking through customs and immigration by myself as I entered South Africa. I stayed with an old church friend from London, Mike Crestanello, who is currently working in Johannesburg. Mike had sent me directions to catch the train from the airport to Rosebank Station, with a then 15 minute walk to his home. I was feeling brave, as Joburg has a reputation, and I am sure I looked like a prime target with my huge backpack. I reached Mike's place without incident, and was let in by his landlady as he was at work. I spent the weekend with Mike in Joburg and had a wonderful time meeting his work friends, visiting a Lion Park (and patting a baby lion) and going to church. Mike returned to work, and I got very brave and hired a car for the day to get to the Apartheid Museum and the Constitution Hill. I was also able to catch up with another old friend (and OT) Daphne, who had just moved back to Joburg after living in London for the past 8 years. I found Joburg such a contrast to my time in Zimbabwe. I reveled in a hot shower, and did feel quite spoilt when Mike's maid did my laundry for me. I went to more of a European style church in Joburg, and missed what we had affectionately dubbed Gospel Aerobics in Zimbabwe. Mike and I went to church twice on the Sunday...he was a very patient host! We went to a local meeting in the morning, and were disappointed when the preacher appeared via a pre-recorded DVD. It challenged us both to consider the implications of such a medium on the sense of community on a Sunday church gathering. This church was a plant, therefore they would pre-record the sermon on a Thursday to play on a Sunday every week. There were about 30 people in the church aged between 25 to 65, and it saddened me to think that none of them were either equipped or willing to preach the Good News. In Mike's words the woman preaching was very 'fluffy' and we left disappointed. But God had great plans for our evening service. We attended Mike's regular church, Bryanstown Bible Church (http://www.bbc.org.za/) on Sunday night. The pastor, Ross Lester was a vibrant and faithful teacher. He spoke on the book of Acts, and had me on my knees as well as in fits of laughter. We were then privileged to witness 6 people being baptised at the end of the service. What an amazing encouragement and opportunity. This church is actively involved in its community by engaging in feeding programs and spiritual discipleship. What a beautiful example of being the hands, heart and feet to a desperate world! I left Johannesburg to hop on a Baz Bus and travel down the coast of South Africa to Cape Town. I was now a real backpacker, not knowing where I would sleep or who I would meet....but knowing who walked with me.

Dinner in Harare at the Rapsons

Hi all,

I have arrived back in Harare after an amazing few weeks traveling around Zimbabwe. The team are enjoying a wonderful evening with Bobby and Harvey Rapson tonight. Their son Trevor is a friend of mine, as he did MTS at The University of Queensland at the same time as I was doing MTS at the Unviersity of Canberra.

We have a few more days in Zimbabwe before flying to Johannesburg on Friday.

I will send an update from Johannesburg, if not before.

Ngaira xx

We have made some new friends....

Saturday 4th February

Most exciting part of the journey so far...We met some friends in Mutare a few days ago, they wanted to know our itinerary, so that we could be safe during our stay. They were very inquisitive, and friends of uncle Bob. They showed us their ID, which stated they were ZANU PF staff.... It took the boys about an hour of negotiations, before they would let us depart. They were a little concerned that we were visiting universities, but seemed less concerned, when we informed them we were only attending Christian groups, to encourage people in their faith.

Today we drove from Masvingo to Bulawayo and were stopped along the drive multiple times at road blocks. At one of them we were fined $15 for carrying passengers and bags in our van. Apparently, we should have a trailer for our bags. A little later on we were pulled over again and this time we discovered that our right brake light was not working, when we were fined $20 for that offense. We passed other road blocks with no incident (bags and broken tail light still) before we were pulled over for speeding. Bob was driving 75km in a 60km zone, and once again we were fined, this time $10!

So we have had an eventful day! We have arrived in Bulawayo, to a lovely guest house, an evening of rest, and only church on the schedule for tomorrow. It will be nice to get some down time.

We have spent thus afternoon at a lovely resort, sitting around using their Internet for free!!! The rooms here are lovely and only $100/night.

Great Zimbabwe

Thursday 2nd February

The first activity for our day was to visit the Great Zimbabwe, which is about 20 mins drive from Masvingo. Great Zimbabwe was a town of imposing stone buildings. In its time, it was the arrest settlement in Southern Africa. The site is a National Monument and World Heritage Site. The word Zimbabwe consists of two key root words, -mba- which means house; and -bwe- which means stone. The word therefore means house of stone.

Great Zimbabwe was built and occupied between the 12th and 15th centuries. The town's landscape was dominated by imposing dry stonewalls forming enclosures and in certain areas terraces and platforms. In some cases, the stone walls filled up gaps between boulders to form semi-natural enclosures. The entrances were normally lintel led with either stone or wooden crossbeams. Within the enclosures, earthen houses were built.

No one can account for the fall of Great Zimbabwe, but by 1552 the Portuguese noted it was abandoned and in ruins. And that is the state with which we found it. The earthen houses were no longer, however the great walls were still standing magnificently high. We had a tour guide, Bertha, who walked us around the compound for 3 hours. The stone walls had no mortar, and were built using granite blocks. The builders discovered that if you heat up granite, then cool quickly, it cracks along straight lines easily forming blocks for building.

We had lunch in town, at the Hidden Garden. I had sudza and brim....it was delicious. Howard and I then popped around to the shops and bought some chicken for dinner. We met up again with the rest of the group, and drove back the Guest House. We cut up potatoes and cabbage and tomatoes and put the chicken in the oven. We had time for a little rest for 30 mins, before we once again piled into the car to head to Masvingo Polytechnic.

We arrived at the college at around 5pm. We spent the next 2 hours talking to students before the meeting started. The meeting was loud, the music loud, the dancing intense and the singing....well it puts Australians to shame! From a guess there were 100 students there.

I was lucky enough to speak with some fellas about some issues of Christian living. Zimbabwean culture is accepting of polygamy, so we discussed the reasons why this was not OK as a Christian. Another guy wanted some clarification about the resurrection. I discovered that the Zimbabweans have a deep desire to know God, but have had little or poor teaching. This country is so open to the gospel, it puts Australia to shame. I didn't want to leave...I would be happy staying here forever, just teaching the bible.... But a theological education is vital...so I need to hold onto this passion... And maybe then return :-)

We arrived home around 10pm, and then ate dinner and went to bed. Another wonderful day spent in service of our Lord in Zimababwe.

A Sunday in Harare

I have just got internet after a week or so. I thought I would start by posting an extract from my diary.

We are being shown Zimbabwe by Antony (FOCUS staff worker) and Tawanda (FOCUS Administrator). These men have been beyond amazing, and I feel truly blessed to be experiencing the real Zimbabwe.

Sunday 22nd January
Morning team devotion - Prepare Your Mind
"Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: "1 Peter 1:13-16

We were all up early preparing for the busy church day ahead. We drove to Ruwa Baptist Church, which was about 40mins away, in a region on the outskirts of Harare. The church hires a building in what looked like a skills training centre. As we approached the building we drove past a very large tent being prepared for a pentecostal church. We then discovered that the other half of the building we were in, was being used by an indigenous church. We were then informed that the building we were in, would be used for another church service after us at midday. They definitely utilize all resources at their disposal.

The church service starts early in the morning, I believe around 7.30, for a prayer meeting. What they call Sunday School, commences at 8.30am, which is when the whole congregation meet to participate in a bible study.

Our group arrived around 9am, halfway through this part of the Sunday gathering. It was very encouraging to see the congregation fully participating in learning together. They were looking a 1 Cor 13, with the study being moderated by a woman from the front of church. The congregation were asked to speak in English where possible, so that we could understand also.

By about 9.30, the service part of church commenced. There was enchanting melodic singing, which we wear partly able to follow with the assistance of song books. The greeting were conducted by the elders and pastor, Gordon Dandato. Any people who were new to church were asked to stand, and inform the congregation of their names, fellowship status, and intentions. They were then walmy greeted by the Pastor and a few words spoken in Shona (the most common language in Zimbabwe). We were then introduced as guests, with Howard (our team leader) introducing the team. The youth choir (about 20 young adults) then stood up and sang us a welcoming song. The service included time for prayer, where individuals were given the opportunity to stand and share prayer points with the church. An individual then prayed for all prayers offered up.

When the time came for the sermon, I left with the children for Junior Church. We all headed outside and Shupi (Tawanda's fiance) split the children into two age groups. I had the younger children (3 in total) with Anna, and Jemima and Esther had the older age group (about 12). We used the 'Bible in 10 banner' we had bought with us from Australia, and taught the children that the bible is one big story of God's rescue plan for his people. The children were very quiet as expected. When we had finished our lesson, we joined with the other children and Jemima taught them some children's songs, which they really enjoyed. When the sermon was over, the children went back into the church and performed the songs they had learnt to the whole church.

Church had ended, and it was almost midday. The pastor walked outside to shake hands with people as they left. Once they shook hands they joined a line, so this way everyone shook everyone's hands and greeted each other. This whole process itself took about 15 mins, the Pastor then invited everyone to a church members house for a time of fellowship and a braai (bbq)for lunch.

We piled into the combi van, with a few additional extras and drove to the house where Tawanda boards, for lunch. The braai was an experience! I noticed that the young women were busy in the kitchen preparing the food, the older women were seated on the front veranda chatting, whilst the young men were standing around the braai, with the old men sitting in the front lounge room.

Water in jugs and a bowl was bought out by Shupi, she washed everyone's hands before lunch. Then cups were handed out, followed by two girls serving teapots full of milky tea (a sugar pot had previously appeared). Then Polony (a light pink coloured meat) sandwiches were passed out, again by the young girls. I had helped chop tomatoes in the kitchen, but had then found a seat with the older women. We ate, chatted and learnt more about each other as the afternoon unfolded.

About 30 mins later lunch was ready. We were given a plate with a small piece of beef sausage and piece of pork. The ladies then walked around with sliced cucumber, tomato and onion. A crate of soft drink in glass bottles then appeared, as people helped themselves to coke, fanta etc.

After lunch has finished all the seats were gathered and placed in the courtyard area near the braai, and we all sat down to pray and sing together to thank God for the time of fellowship we had enjoyed. Tawanda then wanted to show us his house, where he was living (a granny flat out the back of the main house). This will be where he and Shupi will live once they are married in July. We prayed a blessing over the house, and over their marriage.

A this stage, I had begun to not feel very well. I quickly made my exit and sat in the combi van. A little while later the team arrived and we started the journey back to Harare. I sat in the front seat with a sick bag, as we bumped our way home with a few pit stops. We went via Antony's house and dropped him off, then stopped for some bananas and mangos at a local market.

I took some maxolon when we arrived home and spent the rest of the afternoon/evening in bed with nausea. I missed dinner, and was feeling pretty yuck. After dinner Anna bought me two letters that had been written to me. Howard had asked our mentor to organise letters of encouragement from family and friends. He would then give these out to us through the trip. I opened a letter from Kate Beard, I had thought this very apt, as I had spent the last 4 or so hours wanting to vomit!!!!! My second letter was from Kerryn. Both of these letters were wonderful to read, and bought me such encouragement and joy. God's timing was perfect!

I was able to feel well enough to chat with Anna that night, which was a lovely opportunity to share our lives with each other.

Departure Day

Well the 19th of January has come...I am packed and sitting at Sydney International Airport awaiting my flight to Johannesburg. I have had such a wonderful couple of weeks leading up to today. I was a little more organised than expected, and managed to make it up to Katoomba to attend 3 days of the Church Missionary Society (CMS) Conference. Peter Jensen opened up Genesis and I was once again struck by how much more I have to understand, this excites and encourages me. I was also able to attend some sessions run by missionaries on furlough.

From Katoomba I headed back to Canberra via Young. I spent a lovely evening with Carolyn and John Payne before arriving back in Canberra in time for my farewell afternoon tea and baptism.

So I decided to get baptised, and it was a wonderful afternoon with many dear friends. I was Christened as a baby, but this was an opportunity for me to declare my allegiance to Jesus Christ. Nothing special happened, just reminded me and others who were there, of the commitment I made in 2003.

The last few days have been hectic, and a few jobs have been left undone. Oh well! I spent my last day in Canberra literally glued to calico and felt, as I finished off the banners that we need for Zimbabwe. I received so much help from Richard (thanks do much!) and his Mum was very gracious when I managed to blow up the sewing machine!

Last night I had dinner with my sister, Mercia and her godmother Maureen and her husband Peter Hilton. It was a lovely evening and a fantastic way to finish up my time. I got home around 10pm, then my dear friends Simon, Emma, Deepthi and Richard came around to share some last precious hours, help me pack, and remind me of forgotten jobs! I feel so blessed to have so many amazing people in my life.

So here I am now, sitting at the airport, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. Thanks to you all who have loved and laughed with me.

Off to Johannesburg I now go.

Ngaira x


P.S. Itinerary for the next wee while....


19th January - depart Canberra 04.15 on GX322 arr Syd Int Airport 07.45
19th January - depart Sydney 10.35 on QF63 arr Johannesburg, SA 15.30
19th January - accommodation Permont Mondior at Emperors Palace, Johannesburg
20th January - depart Johannesburg 10.30 on SA22 arr Harare, Zimbabwe 12.10

Mission Trip in Zimbabwe. Organizer Howard Spencer, AFES.

24th Jan - travel to Risutu
30th Jan - travel to Mutare
1st Feb - travel to Masvingo
4th Feb - travel to Bulawayo
7th Jan - travel to Victoria Falls
10th Feb - travel to Harare

17th February - depart Harare 07.20 SA25 arr Johannesburg 09.10

Christmas in Sale

This year, Christmas was all about sisters. Mum and Dad stayed in England to celebrate Christmas with Grannie Smith, and they were joined by my brother Xavier and his girlfriend Emma. So I spent Christmas with my two sisters, Mercia and Carolyn.

Mercia also lives in Canberra with me, so we jumped in the car on Christmas eve and drove for 7 hours to Sale in country Victoria. This is where Carolyn lives with her husband Luke and two children. We arrived in time to see Charlotte (my niece) and William (my nephew) take part in the the local Nativity play as Mary and Joseph.

Mercia and I decided to camp in the nearby town of Sea Spray. What I don't think we counted on was the weather! Mercia had an impressive 5-man tent and I had a slightly less grand 2-man tent. As Christmas Eve turned into Christmas Day, we attempted to sleep, as the wind howled, the rain poured and the thunder clapped.

I am sure we looked a little bedraggled as we appeared at Carolyn's house for Christmas Day. I attempted to go to Maffra Community Church on Christmas Day, which is a 15 minute drive from Sale. However, after driving around in circles in the rain looking for the church, I was informed by a lovely lady that they did not have a service on Christmas Day.

I have to admit I came home feeling really defeated, but was cheered up by a lovely day with family and a fantastic Christmas lunch. As we drove back to our tents, I was reminded of the joy of family at Christmas. This was further reinforced when I discovered my tent had accumulated a significant amount of water during the day, and I was grateful for a sister with a big, dry tent to relocate to for the night.

Mercia and I stayed a further day in Sale, before returning home to Canberra...but we did spend our last night in comfy, warm beds at Carolyn's house. It was a lovely Christmas, but I don't think we will be in a rush to relive the camping experience

William and Charlotte on Christmas Day

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