Remember in August, when I sort of disappeared for a whole month? The hubby and I spent ten of those days in England… and I didn’t even take a single photograph of food. I more than made up for it with hundreds of snapshots of other moments, mostly architecture and English roses.
We spent our first few days in London, wandering through the city, exploring museums, churches (Westminster Abbey, St. Paul’s Cathedral…), and lots of touristy attractions (Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London…). We rode a double-decker bus (of course) and even had the chance to experience musical theatre in the West End (Billy Elliot!). My architecture-major heart was full.
Next, we took a train to Oxford, where we walked the entire charming city under grey, drizzly skies – a constant element – and basked in academia. We climbed the winding steps of old cathedrals, whispered our way through the oldest library, elbowed our way through sites from Harry Potter, and sipped warm beer at the bar where President Clinton ‘didn’t’ inhale.
The next morning, we spent a rainy half-day at Blenheim Palace, before heading off to the idyllic countryside of The Cotswolds. We dotted our way through the gorgeous, pastoral landscape, stopping in many of little towns along our way to the perfectly bucolic village of Chipping Campden, our resting spot for the night. Stone walls, thatched roofs, creeping ivy, overflowing English gardens… I was in heaven.
Here’s part one!