Yes indeedy do, I got my birthday treat, a day riding 883 Sportsters, 1200 customs, Easy Gliders, Super Gliders and the ultimate Arnie mobile, The Fat Boy.

I gotta get me a cool bike now.

And on the way home we had to stop at Coed-y-Dinas, the wonderful little countrystore in Welshpool that we visited very frequently when we lived here.

Today is Mr Foggs Harley day in deepest Wales. I dropped him off this morning in Bullith Wells into a room full of Harleys to have a go at riding. Left to my own devices I have come along to the Elan Valley to a series of reservoirs. breathtaking, and the weather is just fab. Wales, we miss living here every day. I cannot explain it, but this is home! Who can resist the rugged hillsides, dark cliffs contrasting with every shade of green and soaring buzzards. clean white sheep and landscapes of every scale from every angle.

I visited a kite feeding centre this afternoon where over 200 red kites descend from the skies into one small field to eat meat put out by the Kite trust. An incredible sight to see these magnificent birds of prey gather and soar, darkening the skies for one brief moment as they come down.

Meanwhile, Mr Fogg is still riding Harleys through the Welsh countryside, wonder how he is getting on?

So the Mrs and I have joined an “hexclusive” gym at an even more “hexclusive” golf club, oh good god!!! Snobs. The gym is lovelly but the pretentious nature of the doddering ole farts up here is amazing, gad zooks.

We gymed this morning and then decided to go into the BAR, oh boy, never have I seen so many grave dodgers all done up for Sunday lunch and there was I scruffy T, shorts and thongs (that’s flip flops to you chortling in the background). Can we get our 3 course lunch for £13, errr no cos you aren’t sat the right side of the partition wall says the half dead ole bat serving, however since you are sat the wrong side of the wall you could have a lamb dinner, if we had any left cos the grave dodgers have scoffed the lot!!!

Our first experience of an “hexclusive gowlf clurb” full of Thriller extras!

Ah gotta love the snobby alf.

Well back for a week now (boo hoo), Mrs Fogg is heavily ensconced in all things sailory (cryptic on where she works ya see), having been to Bournemouth this week, I on the other hand man of leisure attending 3 interviews and having to go back to ye oldie jobbie place to re-register as unemployed (remember the farce, I have to not be unemployed whilst outside the UK on holiday, only “not working”). So good little chappie I go do my duty to have the same snotty kid from the first time reel off the same garbage at me. Re-registered on Weds I am then told I need to go back on Friday to prove I am looking for work, ha! On Friday duly pootle down and sit with another kid who asks “so tell me what have you done to find work since registering”, “what you mean in the last 24 hours, well watched Oprah, put my feet up, got drunk, all the usual” answers I. “Let me ask you little kiddy what do you think I have done, but I could certainly done a lot more if I didn’t have to come down here every two days and waste time talking to you!”. Ah bless their little cotton sox.

But now after searching I start on a contract role for an managed service company, so I can tell em where to stick their £62 a week. Couldn’t I have just told them Friday that I have a job offer? Not according to the “Signing off department”, as with all well run govt departments you have tonnes of depts all doing pretty much re same job. Apparently, if you try to tell them in advance of starting work, they would cancel everything and back date it to the first day you re-register, duh, so I had to lie, I have no job offer and I am actively seeking, I then have to contact them the day before I start work to tell them, because their compooters and systems can’t manage the fact that you will start a job in a few days not straight away. And who says it’s not working properly.

So we had the Caddies over Fri night for a Foggy BBQ (well when Mrs Fogg arrived back from Bournemouth that is), then on Sat we went to Elvington Airfield and spent about 4 hours there, cool planes. Mrs Caddy decided to ignore the barriers and signs telling you not to walk between the aircraft for safety reasons, Mr & Mrs Caddy managed to attract the local wierdo bag lady who was dying to talk to someone, anyone “I found this hat on a beach with a map, do you like my hat, it’s very nice”, Mrs Caddy litterally running out of the ladies to avoid being collared by the woman and upon leaving Mrs Foggy managed to take part in a waving competition from the car with mentally challenged young man, thinking he was waving her to stop, when in actual fact he liked her blue car, so she kept waving at him, then after realising she urged us to quickly wind her window up to stop him climbing in it, mmmmmm.

The evening was rounded off by a trip to the Ryther Arms for plenty of dead cow, alcohol and good fun.

Pretty place, teeny but picturesque and love the bridge. And it has stopped raining!

Onwards and upwards to Cape Cod.

ps Me, Myself and Irene was filmed here.

New England weather is certainly changeable. Yesterday we had 27 degree temperatures and bright sunshine, today as we make our way through Connecticut it’s much cooler and raining.

Last night we stayed at the wonderful House on the Hill with our friendly host Donna plus Charlie and Julie (both teeny dogs, daschound and a chi wa wa- goodness knows how you spell them but really cute little dogs basically)

Have to say that Donna was one of the best hosts we’ve had, very interesting lady, beautiful property and THE most comfortable bed so far. We did consider trying to smuggle the superking size into the back of Bertha but thought Virgin might not be too willing to accept it as checked in luggage!

Today we visited Historic Deerfield, a historians wet dream of a place. A mile long street of very old houses in a quaint setting with loads of tours museums and doddery old tour guides willing to ramble on and on about the history of the place.

We met a sprightly octoganarian tour guide who came to the US from London as a war bride to marry her American soldier boyfriend. She has never been back to the UK but has a passion for McVities biscuits and the Royal Family, stopping fellow Brits and not letting them leave until she has talked them to death.

It’s an interesting place to visit. Mr & Mrs Turfman in that there Ireland take note, they have an Inn you can stay at and we suggest you would want at least a day and a half there to see everything, it must have been really historic because Mr Fogg fell asleep in 5 minutes. He even wore his “I’m not listening” t-shirt to the amusement of one of the tour guides.

So, next stop Jamestown (via an apple store for Mr Fogg).

And boy is it raining……….

Yup heading out of Montreal today back to the US of A.

Montreal is a wonderful place to visit and although there is a French influence, they are much nicer here than over in the motherland. Montreal has some wonderful places to see and fantastic eateries (yup steak again last night, I think between us we have eaten an entire cow this trip).

The tube system is fantastic, clean, cheap and easy to follow, the gas is currently 69p a litre, hello England how come you are more expensive? The restaurants and service is excellent, the biodome is worth a visit, the Olympic Tower has some spectacular views and the underground city is huge at 14km in length and packed with everything. We love the Montreal skyline which is very reminiscent of Hong Kong, skyscrapers intermingled with gothic churches and modern architecture.

Montreal, mercy buckets and au reservoir.

Yup another glass of poo, must be a foreign jolly.

A lovelly start this morning after the demon botty burnin curry from last night (I understand what Johnny Cash was singing about). A big thanks to Stu and Jenny for a fantastic night and the freezer chilled bog roll.

Next stop London Heathrow and then the big Boston.

And they’re off!

Yup the Foggies take to the skies tomorrow for another mini adventure planned as ever by Mrs Fogg, Boston, Salem (anyone need a broomstick?), Montreal, et al.

A Boston Red Sox game, Segway tour to name but two things.

And today we kicked off the trip at Stu & Jen’s with stacks of grub, plenty drink and laffs, then a mouth numbing curry in Bradford, phew.

Next stop London.