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An interesting thing happens on a Saturday of a bank holiday weekend: all the Brits break out their caravans that they have miraculously been storing somewhere (most garages are barely large enough for my Polo!) and head for the coast. We headed there with them, sans caravan, and went to Cornwall for the weekend. What a lovely way to start a trip... (ugh)

But, look at the beach in St Ives!

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My new car! Picked up tonight!

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This is the UK equivilant of a vanity plate... I never can tell what they are supposed to say since you have to keep close to the format of a regular plate, apparently. You can't just have a plate that says a word, it has to have some numbers it in, so people use numbers that they think look like letters to take the place of them. Eventhough they dont make any sense, people pay thousands of dollars for the rights to certain plates.

For further reading on the fun subject of UK license plates, including how you can tell the age of a car by its plate, click here!

16/365: Car Shopping

Now that I have one driving lesson under my belt, it is apparently time to buy a car. We decided that we were going to get a Mini, but then realized that due to their popularity and the fact that I need an automatic (which seems to be relatively rare) a Mini would be a fairly expensive option. Bye bye to dream of whizzing around Italian Job style; hello to my a new dream of a Renault Megane Convertible.

We saw this one at a dealership today surrounded by boring Ford Focuses and Vauxhalls and I fell in love. David is less than thrilled with my choice and said I cant have a French car because the French dont know how to make cars, and these are hard to find in automatics also, but my dream is not dead yet!

What I learned today: Batting your eyelashes at your husband begging for a new car doesnt work.