Woke up early to catch the bus to Stonehenge. Picked up Camagna familia at the hotel and we were off. Natalie was our blue badge guide and Neal drive the bus. An hour and a half out of London. Through the sleet we rode.
To get to.. rocks. That no one can tell whence or why or who put them there. But man they're neat.
But it gives the locals reason to sell rock cakes. Scones with raisins or chocolate chips, so light and fluffy they melt in your mouth. Made the drive worth it to P.
And the early start meant we missed all the marauding hoards.
A Camagna Kodak moment..on some of the original stones you're allowed to touch.
And off to Bath!
The excavated Roman ruins with real actors playing characters from the times. We had audio guides and 6 out of ten of us listened to the kids version. I have to say they're really more fun. Plus they have quizzes! I'm pretty sure Natalie was disappointed in us.
See the gargoyles.. Um, I mean my lovely nephews?
We cruised through the ruins, leaving barely any time to explore the city. We drove by the Jane Austin house but all I took was a picture of my finger (sorry Jo!) but the good news is that while Nora and I wandered around a bit, Dennis found the place and has a picture of him in front of it. Whew! Will post when we download the photos.
At 3:30 we peeled out and hit the road. Traffic traffic traffic and a head ache that could have been mistaken for a boa constrictor wrapped around my head helped us along the way. We arrived home with sparkly dots floating behind my eyelids and impending stomach distress. I came home and crawled up the stairs to bed. Not to move more than 20 feet for the next 24 hours.
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