This was while I was still in Iceland … I’m getting caught up here …
I went to a place about an hour north of Reykjavik where a woman was working with wool. She was spinning on a wheel in between tending to customers in her shop, I was spinning on my spindle. When there was a lull in customers she showed me her carding combs and taught me how to use them. I carded a bit of brown wool and a bit of grey, spun both, and then plyed them together. Nice to have a ball of yarn in which I completed so many steps of the wool-process myself. It’s beautiful, but too small to make much of anything with …
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I went to Shakespeare’s Old Globe Theater to see King Lear with my dad and two sisters (appropriately enough!) and my dad’s wife. It was a fantastic production, and it’s been a long-time dream of mine to see a performance at the Globe!
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When I came to the UK from Iceland, my plane landed at London Stansted airport. I went to pass through immigration, as I have done many many times before (at other airports) and next thing I knew I was being asked to step this way and I was held for 6.5 hours until they had time to interview me, meanwhile they fingerprinted me, searched me, photographed me, and just generally treated me like a criminal.
Ok, I’m pretty good at letting things roll off my back. I sat back calmly and watched the whole thing happen. While I was watching and listening, here’s what I learned:
Many people fly through London on their way to somewhere else. London is a hub. But at Stansted airport, there is nowhere for folks to wait for their connecting fight so they have to pass through immigration as if they’re entering the country, and then pass out again. This, combined with for some reason hyper-scrutinizing immigration agents, results in many people being taken into custody unnecessarily. My situation is not uncommon, and would probably have been entirely avoided if I had flown into another airport.
SO AVOID STANSTED IF AT ALL POSSIBLE!!
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