What a week! These Brits do everything in the rain. Our first rain since we arrived a week ago was walking to our flat. Saw people in the park picnicking, punting, and just getting on with it even though the rain was coming down. Holding a umbrella, with double coats on( would not fit in suitcase) rolling a suitcase, backpack on back, purse over shoulder with an additional bag of groceries in the rain. ( Kirk had the big bag!) that was a hall, 1 mile come to figure out, said it was a fifteen minute walk, RIGHT! ( Yelling Caps!) great walk through the park to Martson area where our flat is.
Went on a poetry walk in the rain, by every major sight with poetry. By the end we had sunny skies, my favorite, The Bridge of Sighs , poem by John Donne, No Man Is and Island.
“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
― John Donne, No Man Is An Island
We finished with the walk at The Eagle and Child, Lewis, and Tolkien's favorite pub. Delicious salad, and of course fish&chips, the beer was warm but that is normal for Brit beer. Lots of taste, but to warm for Kirk.
Walking everywhere, feet are sore, nice to have a tub in every place we stayed and a pub on every corner, all is well!
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