Day 3: Stonehenge in the morning, and an afternoon at Oxford. This was the one I was waiting for. Up at six and dressed, breakfast at seven, on the bus by seven-thirty and on our way to Stonehenge. It wasn’t as long a drive as I had expected, really –… Continue reading
Day 2: Up at six and had a cup of tea in the room before going down to breakfast. (Note to self: acquire giant mechanized orange-juicer.) This morning was the driving tour of London, with stops at St. Paul’s and Buckingham. We were just in time to catch the very tail… Continue reading
I’m back! From where, you ask? Well, let me tell you. The flight into Heathrow was uneventful. The Minion, the Mother, and I landed, retrieved luggage, made it through customs, and were transported to the hotel in good time to meet our marvelous tour director. The hotel, the Queen’s Gate, is… Continue reading
