“The Lagonda Group” took over the lobby last night and shoved us right out of there with their fluted champagne glasses and broached ascots. Seems they rendezvous at “The Manor” every year, and we were simply not good enough to share space....
First stop today was Winston Churchill’s grave in Bladen. A steep but short climb up the hill to the church and cemetery. Churchill died in 1965, at 91, on the anniversary of his father’s death, and is buried in the family plot, next to his wife,...
Roads are gaits. Gates are bars. Bars are pubs. Parking lots are car parks. Cough drops are throat sweets. “Give Way” on a road sign means Yield, It’s almost like learning a new language… Almost! Roundabouts are at most major intersections....
Today we headed back to England through “the debatable lands,” where border reivers refused to have their killing hand baptized, so they wouldn’t feel shame when they raided and murdered their neighbors. These clans include Armstrong and...
The Weather Bruha is alive and well. I’d say Weather Witch, but witches are frowned upon in a country that taught Salem how to light the matches! At any rate, our sunshine continued! The Edin-burr-uh Castle loomed magnificent this morning as we stepped from the...
