We are in London. England is an amazingly diverse place. We left Crawley on Monday, and travelled to meet Sue and Norm and the boys in Arundel so we could go to Stonehenge together. It was cold, but miraculously, the rain held off while we walked around Stonehenge. Thirty years ago, I remember being able to walk in the stones and touch them. Nowadays, people are kept at a distance with civilized barriers and security guards. Necessary, I guess, to protect from the lowest common denominator. We said goodbye to our other family who set off back to Arundel and London while we went on to Muir Cottage, Postlip, Cotswolds. Outside the front door and a short walk down the drive sheep watched us solemnly. Not interested in any interaction, just watching to make sure that we stayed on our side of the fence. Muir Cottage used to be part of a stable. It has been repurposed into an absolutely amazing place to stay - cozy, charming and fairly isolated - except for the manor house, the Tithe Barn, and the Dr. Who-esque telephone box in the middle of a wood. A lovely few days and many hundreds of photographs of sheep, and green hills, and unexpected towers built on top of hills.
Fabulous pub meals and the chance for Sam to cook again. There are few places in the world that I can imagine living, but I would live in the Cotswolds - there are horses everywhere and lovely, warm villages that are so picturesque you can barely stand it. People are so interested in where we come from, and what we think of England. Today, we left Winchcombe, and drove through Oxford where we stopped for a couple of hours, and on to London where Mavis, our trusty GPS navigator got us to our flat in Hampstead - with unbelievable luck we scored a parking place right in front of our flat. We are awash in possibilities for our 3 days in London - museums. musicals, sight seeing. There is a huge temptation to just sit in and watch movies...and eat delicacies from Marks and Spencers which is just outside the front door. We have been out of touch with the world, and we've enjoyed our little bubble. I think probably the sheep have the right idea.
We are in London. England is an amazingly diverse place. We left Crawley on Monday, and travelled to meet Sue and Norm and the boys in Arundel so we could go to Stonehenge together. It was cold, but miraculously, the rain held off while we walked around Stonehenge. Thirty years ago, I remember being able to walk in the stones and touch them. Nowadays, people are kept at a distance with civilized barriers and security guards. Necessary, I guess, to protect from the lowest common denominator. We said goodbye to our other family who set off back to Arundel and London while we went on to Muir Cottage, Postlip, Cotswolds. Outside the front door and a short walk down the drive sheep watched us solemnly. Not interested in any interaction, just watching to make sure that we stayed on our side of the fence. Muir Cottage used to be part of a stable. It has been repurposed into an absolutely amazing place to stay - cozy, charming and fairly isolated - except for the manor house, the Tithe Barn, and the Dr. Who-esque telephone box in the middle of a wood. A lovely few days and many hundreds of photographs of sheep, and green hills, and unexpected towers built on top of hills. 
Fabulous pub meals and the chance for Sam to cook again. There are few places in the world that I can imagine living, but I would live in the Cotswolds - there are horses everywhere and lovely, warm villages that are so picturesque you can barely stand it. People are so interested in where we come from, and what we think of England. Today, we left Winchcombe, and drove through Oxford where we stopped for a couple of hours, and on to London where Mavis, our trusty GPS navigator got us to our flat in Hampstead - with unbelievable luck we scored a parking place right in front of our flat. We are awash in possibilities for our 3 days in London - museums. musicals, sight seeing. There is a huge temptation to just sit in and watch movies...and eat delicacies from Marks and Spencers which is just outside the front door. We have been out of touch with the world, and we've enjoyed our little bubble. I think probably the sheep have the right idea.
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