Her Castle and Solvang

We drove down from Her Castle. (Yes Heather that really was the name of the Band B we stayed in last night.) to Solvang today. Her Castle was run by a charming couple who looked after us phenomenally well, despite our Yorkshire charm. Lovely soft bed, quiet basement room, completely en suitewith terace to either side, and a welcoming bottle of chilled wine. . My advice to you all is not to leave it till the dollar strengthens.
Bill is an author, and we had a good chat with him over the most thorough breakfast, about a range of ecological projects he is working on, and I have left with a copy of his book on solar power for use on the plane. (Do not misconstrue dear reader. The plane will run on aviation fuel as usual and I will read the book whilst it does so,) although... given we will be well above the clouds and there fore on the same (sunny) side of them as the sun, there may be scope for some solar panel fixing on the upper aerofoil sections, and these might be capable of powering such things as air conditioning, or less usefully emergency lighting when it gets dark. I will doubtless get a battery of protests about this!

The Solvang Gardens Lodge is apleasant motel with a difference. It has really well laid out shaded gardens, which given temperatures have risen substantially in our 100 odd mile drive south, is refreshing.
There is a secret garden where you can have a quiet nap. uninterrupted by paparazzi, where your beard can grow in peace,, a key feature if you live life on the edge as we have been doing. THe stylish headgear I am currently modelling was purchased from a pony at Assateague bay early in our trip. I have sewn up the holes where his ears poked through, to give added protection to my thinning pate, and am adopting a provocative pose by teasingly showing the chin strap, which has proved so useful fully dployed, when Penelope discards her top and is blasting down the freeway.