OHIO - A Long way for Shrimp

We don't have any great lakes in Britain. We have some good lacks. And some pretty lakes. And even the odd fantastic lake. But no great ones. So, to redress the gaping hole in my world awareness we took a drive up to a great lake. Lake Erie to be precise. Where we visited the beach, found a lot of oyster shells (empty ones. Thanks a lot, sea birds) and then ate shrimps. Kinda like being at a British seaside, really. Only greater.


Merry at Lake Erie.

And that was Lake Erie. We drove four hours both ways to get there and we were maybe up there for about two hours. Which would have been kinda pointless if it were only a good lake or an indifferent one. But it was a great one. And that's a whole different deal.


Lake Erie from the air. Note the reasons for my continued emphasis on the word *great*

That was pretty much Cincinnati. There was some random assaulting of local drivers with water bottles, and eating in one half of a duelling set of Indian resteraunts and even an impromtu visit to a children's hosptial (not for my sake, this time) to talk about: but there just isn't time. Cheers to Merry and the Briskis without whom the week would have been a whole lot less fun. And kinda uncomfortable, I'd imagine.