We had an early morning, sneaking out in darkness and driving to London as the sun rose and chased the fog. We stopped at a 24-hour rest stop that had one restaurant open, whose worker seemed bewildered that I wanted something takeaway rather than eating at the rest stop. I ended up with a breakfast sandwich that had potato on it, and it was ( Read more... )

In the morning, we drove to Cardiff, both for the obvious reasons and because I am Welsh way back in my heritage. We parked in a garage next to the Millennium Centre, which was very sci-fi, all fancy tokens. Millennium Centre is way huger than I expected it to be.


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The next day we drove back into Stratford to duck into the Internet café. We also tried to buy meat for the pot roast I was making at dinner, but the little store in town didn’t have it, nor did the toy store next door have any fun DW toys. FAIL. ( Read more... )

The next morning was a very early morning, because we were meeting T at Wells Cathedral at 10:30. The drive was not long distance-wise but took forever because we could only take the motorway so long. We arrived at Wells and ignored Verity (ha ha ha!)’s directions, because she seemed to be taking us away from the cathedral. Once again, AT OUR PERIL ( Read more... )

The next day was our Charlecote (pronounced Charle-cut) day. We woke in the morning and went down to the little shop. A house tour came with our stay, and we were able to do a little pre-tour that took us through the house while it was still shut up, so they could tell us about the preservation efforts. It was actually really interesting. When you ( Read more... )

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The next day was “Love’s Labour’s Lost” day, and so we woke, had breakfast, showered (that bathroom is so beautifully flooded with natural light), and headed into Stratford. Which was a disaster. Because it was the Mop Fair. The entire town center was closed to cars because it was being occupied by a carnival. This threw Verity (ha ha ha!) into a ( Read more... )

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Finally, after much longing for, the UK trip arrived. The hours at work had been brutal, and the adrenaline crashes have been brutal, including one at 12:30 in the morning of the trip, that had me collapsing into bed before I could finish packing. I felt better after sleeping for a few hours and woke up early on Thursday morning totally ready to go ( Read more... )