The Best Day Ever

If my husband asks… the best day ever was definitely our wedding day.

But, really,… (really)the best day ever was Roald Dahl Day.

Roald Dahl has been my favorite author since I was 7 or 8. The first time I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I was transported to a magical land with Oompa Loompas, an eccentric chocolatier and a cast of crazy characters.

When I heard that Gipsy House was open once a year (on Roald Dahl’s birthday – September 13) to raise money for Roald Dahl’s Marvellous Children’s Charity, I was (very) keen to visit. I marked the day on the calendar and as it approached I got more and more excited.

It was better than I could have EVER IMAGINED.

We travelled by train to Great Missenden, Buckinghamshire. We arrived to Gispy House early in the morning. The volunteers were still setting things up, but welcomed us in.

This is the gate to Gipsy House:


This is the front door of Gipsy House:


This is Roald Dahl’s writing hut:


This is the inside of Roald Dahl’s writing hut:


This is Roald Dahl’s car (they had it for sale to raise money for his charity. If I had had enough money (or any money) I would have bought it):


This is me holding one of his books, with a picture of him standing in the exact spot…


This is me with Roald Dahl’s widow Liccy:


Liccy brought some of the books from their bookshelf and added them to the sale. I bought all of them. Many were original editions that had sat on the Dahl’s bookshelf for many years. She signed “The Twits” for me.


This is me in the caravan from Danny the Champion of the World:


This is me in the Wonkamobile:


This is Roald Dahl’s gravestone in the cemetery in Great Missenden:


It was the best day ever*. 


*My wedding day was a close second.


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