Sopot. (Also not about gardening.)

So I didn’t write about London. Here are a few words:

1. Annelouise, Joe, the other Jo, Alan, and Mark Watson are great.

2. Paul Merton touched my leg when making his way through the Comedy Store with a tray of drinks. This is slightly better than making an arse of myself by babbling in his face in Edinburgh a couple of years ago.

3. Greenwich is lovely and highly recommended, but don’t have a giant lunch before climbing that hill.

4. Churchill’s War Rooms are definitely worth a visit, but do not count as one of the free museums for some reason.

5. Curly Wurly was unfindable. This is terribly upsetting.

As for Sopot, we went there yesterday and met up with Piotr’s de facto aunt (one of those older relatives who you know you have some kind of DNA relationship too, but aren’t 100% sure how), her partner, and her mother. The three people we met live in/around Ottawa too and it turns out Teresa delivered my friend’s kids (she’s a midwife). Ottawa: A Small Town of a Million People.

In actuality, we spent the afternoon drinking and eating and wandering (a bit). Here are some photos:

Sopot lunch. Sturgeon with mushroom sauce, potatoes, and salad.

Sopot lunch. Sturgeon with mushroom sauce, potatoes, and salad. Oh, and beer. So good.

Sitting, chatting, drinking near the sea.

Sitting, chatting, drinking near the sea.

This is quite near the station and the church where Piotrs parents got married.

This is quite near the station and the church where Piotr's parents got married.

This is where Chelsea, and later Piotr, lived when they first moved to Poland. This is a pretty swanky area of the Tri-Cities, but ultimately too loud and too expensive.

This is where Chelsea, and later Piotr, lived when they first moved to Poland. This is a pretty swanky area of the Tri-Cities, but ultimately too loud and too expensive. (Western European prices have invaded, mostly on stuff like clothing, electronics, and real estate.)

Manscaping and being mahogony-coloured are all the rage on the Baltic coast.

Manscaping and being mahogony-coloured are all the rage on the Baltic coast.

You can rent this stilts on the beach. We did not.

You can rent these stilts on the beach. We did not.

It was a grand day out.  Today, I’m going to learn something, though. We’re going to the old city of Gdańsk (which, of course, was mostly razed in the Second World War since, y’know, the conflict started here and all) and going to the Solidarity Museum. Will report back soon.

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