To begin with I must comment on a subject of intense interest: the weather. It was glorious in England. Our umbrellas came out for 30 seconds in Trafalgar Square before we popped under a colonnade. In Paris the rain was more like four good hours (and much colder). But if you consider that we were there for two weeks in October, this is astonishingly good luck.
|Betty Keira is behind the camera. |
Betty Debbie and her Mijnheer, Pledge Two
and Doting Aunt are in front of it.
|The scene of the snogging|
|No undies were purchased at this time.|
We stayed in a cottage in a village called Midsomer Norton and the roads were shocking. I mean it. I could handle the driving on the left side of the road (not me driving, thank heavens. I was busy praying.) much better than roundabouts that looked nothing like roundabouts and roads going through small towns that just turned into one lane affairs. Dear England, you convinced me that I am not up for driving on your surfaces. Kudos to all who are.
From Bath we went to Chawton, last home of Jane Austen. The most precious things I took from that location are the belief that Jane was a genius, this gif of Pledge Two in the Regency dress-up clothes,
|"Mr. Darcy is worth HOW many pounds per annum?"|
..., and this view. I dare anyone not to think romantic thoughts while tucked in the little wilderness at the side of the house.
|Lizzie discovered the yew hedge at her back. |
Darcy's look told her he wasn't going to extricate her.
Indeed, he seemed intent on pressing her into it.
I was determined to purchase a Tatler and a Daily Mail while in England (not knowing yet that in London they hand out really basic newspapers morning and evening at the Metro) and was not disappointed. British tabloid/news writing is better than American writing hands down (The Great Betty would not be surprised to hear). It's dishy without being idiotic. The Tatler, in particular, was fantastic and I wish I had discovered a huge stack of back issues in the corner of a musty Oxfam shop to squirrel away in my luggage.
|Louisa was asked by the photographer to "think of something serious". |
So she tried to remember that time she almost poisoned the Twins.
More installments to follow...