An early rise in Paris and the arduous haul from our little apartment to Charles de Gaulle airport, on to Heathrow, passing over Normandy and the white cliffs of Dover (I didn't realise that they are only a stones throw apart... my old speedboat could make it across in less than 30 min), onto a bus for the 75 minute ride to Oxford, home of the world's oldest university. We got to get better aquainted with it than we anticipated, as the photo shows a forlorn Jude leaning against the Uni wall while I try to rustle up a taxi to take us to our rental car place.
We thought Oxford was pretty cute until we cruised into our home for the next two days, Stratford-Upon-Avon. It is drop-dead gorgeous. We had thought that we had seen the smallest hotel on earth in Paris. We were wrong!!! We squeezed into our little 2nd story room in an ancient building on Arden Street (Mary Arden was Shakespeare's old mum - see photo with Jude outside) but it's right in the centre of town and just a few yards from Bill's birthplace (see photo - his is the one with all the flowers). Only 500 years old.
We wandered around taking snaps of the beautiful little buildings and shops, some not much bigger than a kid's cubby house. Yet they are ancient. When I saw some of the sloping beams etc, I felt better about my building work back home.
Tomorrow we'll wander about town and go to the Avon River. It's warm today but the locals said it was cold, windy and wet just a few days ago. We had to use the AC in the car! In England! Must be no cricket on....
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