Bletchley is a minor stop, which means that the trains passing through don’t slow down. When you’re not expecting one and it passes through on the platform behind you, your natural reaction is to jump out of your skin. Continue reading
The only word that describes this is idyllic. Continue reading
An excellent description of what separates the great from the merely competent. Continue reading
Clearly bigger is better. Continue reading
Henry Fox Talbot was one of the pioneers of photography, particularly with respect to some of the arcane chemistry that early photographic processes required. Continue reading
After Lacock, the next big destination of the day was Avebury. Continue reading
I’m getting by with one plug adapter for a fairly extensive array of electronics. Continue reading
The next sight after the Cherhill White Horse was Silbury Hill. Continue reading
Last night I watched The Men Who Stare at Goats. It turns out Netflix actually works here. Continue reading
On the way from Lacock to our next destination we passed one of England’s white horses. Continue reading