Well, back to the tour:
We had arrived in London a few days ahead of the tour and so joined Trafalgar Tours for two more nights in London beginning on Saturday. The real Road Trip began on Monday morning at 6:30am with luggage call and breakfast. It took a day or so to get the hang of the routine, but everyone was soon on board with the schedule. We headed out of London and into the countryside. Like much of Europe, the population is concentrated in cities and towns with little suburban sprawl. This leaves the countryside to the sheep and the farmers, and a few landowners with large estates.
Leon was intent on saving Doctor Who who was supposedly trapped underneath Stonehenge, but could not get close enough to find the hidden button on one of the rocks.
|Paul, our tour guide in cap, holding folder|
|Cornish Meat Pies for Lunch|
|Who was St. Osmund?|
I love stone. My grandfather was a stonemason. I build stonewalls at home. I was fascinated by the decorative detail in the wall at St. Anne's Gate.
Off to the city of Bath, settled by the Romans and famous for natural hot springs that fed the pools in the elaborate public baths, the ruins of which we toured.
|The Roman Bath at Bath|
|Stone "Tiles" at the Bath|
|Leon Could be a Professor at the Academy|
|Dress Shop Window with Antique Sewing Machines|
|Nice Water Feature|
|Not Quite Bristol, Connecticut|
|Typical Row Houses|
|Cheese Rolling Contest|
|One of Many Cathedrals Bombed in WWII|
|The Name of this Tourist Restaurant is So Out of Place|
We took a side tour to Wales where they take letters of the alphabet, throw them in the air and make words.
|A Personalized Camper|
|That can't be one word, can it?|
Grasmere is the home of William Wordsworth. This is where he is buried along with a couple of other Wordsworths. Our tour guide suggested that many people come to pay homage to the poet and writer. At the risk of having my readers think less of me, I must confess that as I entered the churchyard, I harbored thoughts of how he, along with the other Romantic period authors, made my High School English class miserable and how got my only "F" in college when I had to take a course in Romantic Literature for Humanities credits I needed. Needless to say, I still needed those credits going into the next semester. Damn the Romantics!
|Isn't the Stonework Superb?|
To Gretna Green for lunch and souvenirs.
|It's Only World Famous Because All The Trafalgar Tours Stop Here|
From here it was a hop over to Edinburgh.