Yesterday, the Laundry King, my sister-in-law, her husband and I ventured out onto the Pennsylvanian Turnpike in the 1997 Buick, aka the land yacht or moving sofa. Destination Lancaster County.

First stop was Hershey, home of chocolate kisses and other sweet things. Even the street lamps are shaped like chocolate kisses:

The free tour was a hoot - just the right amount of factual information about how chocolate is produced combined with singing cows with fluttering eyelashes.

I was on the lookout for things blue and white with a dash of black for the next Twelve by Twelve colourplay challenge and found a matching cadillac in the Antique Automobile Museum:

We didn’t stop for lunch so were looking forward to some refreshments and dinner when we checked into our hotel, a fairly substantial establishment ten miles out of Lancaster. Imagine our surprise when we entered the foyer at 5pm to find an envelope with our keys and a message to let ourselves in. Aside from a handful of guests, who we did not sight until much later in the evening, we had the entire place to ourselves. We decided to make ourselves at home. Our driver, in particular, needed rehydrating and declared the bar open. I’d show pictures but they might be incriminating…