We took a daytrip to Lewes, a tiny village about an hour train ride outside London. All I wanted from the excursion was to find and pet a bunny. It’s Easter – is that so much to ask for (asks the Chinese Jew)?
Instead, we went for a hike here:
I tread a bit closer…
Came across some “history”
And some old English gentleman playing lawn bowls…
But he was so kicky-y! I was afraid he was going to a)escape or b) be crushed in my hands as I tried to prevent him from escaping. I nearly threw him back at the guy in fear. Still got to stroke his fuzzy head, though.
P.S. I love the pet store guy’s expression. It’s like he’s blowing a kiss to the bunny.