Archive for the ‘England’ Category

AnglophiliaCharles DickensEnglandTravel

July 13, 2016

My Brexit

Tags: , , , , ,

(This is the final entry in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) The third week of June was a strange time to be in London.  Brexit was approaching its vote.  A beloved MP, Jo Cox, a strong advocate of immigration, had been assassinated outside her constituency office in Yorkshire.  The country was  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaBooksCharles DickensEnglandLiteratureTravel

July 9, 2016

A Day of Pilgrimages

Tags: ,

(This is the twelfth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) I’ve wanted to see Canterbury Cathedral for as long as I can remember.  Never more so than after I read The Canterbury Tales a few summers’ ago.  It was on the itinerary for Wednesday but I almost didn’t go.   There were  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaCharles DickensEnglandFamilyFriendsLiteratureShakespeareTravelWorld War II

July 7, 2016

Finding London

Tags: , , , , , ,

(This the eleventh in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) London is my favorite city in the whole world but I ached on the way to the train station.  I had loved not feeling (completely) like a tourist.  Wendy, Sue and I had gotten on well together and I felt a lot  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaEnglandFamilyLiteraturePoemsThe Norton AnthologyTravel

July 5, 2016

A Rainy Weekend in Somerset

Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

(This the tenth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) The day after my birthday, Sue and Wendy had appointments in Wells but I opted to stay home.  I was intent on finding a footpath, if I was lucky, to Street.  Or barring that, just a footpath to walk.  They are everywhere  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaCatsEnglandFamilyFriendsGardenPoemsTravel

July 3, 2016

Clouds of Witnesses

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

(This is 9th in a series that begin with A Night in Steerage.) After my experience in Wells, I wasn’t eager to try new bus adventures.  I wanted to go to Nether Stowey to see the Coleridge Cottage.  Sue looked into it for me and said that the bus would only get me to within  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaCatsEnglandFamilyFriendsTravel

July 2, 2016

Wells to Wookey and Back Again

Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

(This is 8th in a series that begin with A Night in Steerage.) On my way to the Old Pier to catch the bus to Wells I chatted with a man who ascertained for what felt like the hundredth time which side of the street I wanted.  It’s funny: there aren’t that many buses in  Read the Rest…

DogsEnglandFamilyTeachingTravel

July 1, 2016

Burnham-0n-Sea Revisited

Tags: , , , ,

(This is 7th in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage) Burnham-on-Sea is a small resort town on Bridgewater Bay, which is itself a dip in the Bristol Channel.  I was here in 2009 when Mervyn was alive and Pam was herself.  I stayed with them in their semi-detached house on Love Lane.   Read the Rest…

EnglandFamilyTravelWorld War II

June 30, 2016

Thrills and Complaints at Beaulieu

Tags: , ,

(The is the sixth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) First of all, Beaulieu is pronounced “Bew-ly.”  Again I had been saying it as though I was in French class.  Sue said “Bew-ly” from the start. “How did you know that?” I asked. “That’s just the way we’d say it.” “You  Read the Rest…

AnglophiliaChoir SingingEnglandFamilyTravel

June 29, 2016

The Butleigh Fete

Tags: , , , , , ,

(This is the fifth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) Saturday, June 11 arrived.  This was the day I had planned my entire trip around.  The day of the St Leonard’s Church village fete.  We’ve all seen fetes on PBS mini-series: the big hats, the tea tent, local musicians, crying children,  Read the Rest…

EnglandFamilyTravel

June 28, 2016

The Warehouse Apartments of Bristol Floating Harbor

Tags: , , , ,

(This is the fourth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) One of the features of the day I spent in Bristol was that I didn’t have to know anything.  I didn’t have to look at timetables or figure out where stops and stations were.  I didn’t even have to know what  Read the Rest…