
The scenery was spectacular. Absolutely beautiful no matter which direction one would look. Manicured English gardens, mazes, rose garden, garden follys, paths and cottages.



All of a sudden, there it is. Magnificent Stonehenge. Even with a crowd of tourists and the highway whizzing by surprisingly close, Stonehenge is awe-inspiring. As you circumnavigate it, it is possible to find an angle where everybody else disappears and your own view is just as it was 3,000 years ago. There is a definite feeling that something ancient and inexplicable dwells at Stonehenge. If you turn and look around you, you are surrounded by a wide green expanse of fields. All along the edge of the fields in the distance are softly rounded grassy mounds of earth, or "barrows", which were ancient burial grounds. As with many of the historical sites in England, admission entitles you to a very informative program accessed via a head set. There is a path around the monument and stations are marked that allow you to learn that on the morning of the summer solstice, the sun rises directly above the "heel" stone and shines through an arch to the inner stone circle.
Heading down the A4 main highway, the next town we stopped at was Avebury -- where there is also a "henge, " another circle of stones stood on end, but covering a much larger circle all around the town.
Lacock Abbey was the site of many scenes for Harry Potter's The Chamber of Secrets -- the cloisters shown here were used for the scene where Harry freed the house-elf, Dobby. Signs in the visitors center indicate that much of the filming for the 6th movie will be shot here as well. There was an excellent visitors center, with friendly workers who gave us a tour of the photograph exhibit by one of the former residents of the abbey, William Henry Fox Talbot, known as the father of English photography.
Awakening on a misty Tuesday morning at the Rokeby, we enjoy tea, coffee and a "full English breakfast" in their pleasant sun room.
al. Salisbury is a busy town with shops, bakeries, and narrow streets. We peered into the shops as we walked the long way around the back side of the cathedral and found the entrance.

Now, as we are heading to Salisbury Monday evening, you may be asking yourself, "How are the girls finding their way around all of these English towns?" The answer is "Beatrice". Beatrice is the name we gave our trusty navigator you see above. She sits on the dashboard and tells us where to turn. Click on the arrow above to hear her.
She would say, "Take the second exit off the round-a-bout" and Mary, the navigator, would count them off. Worked like a charm. Well, mostly. But she did get us to the
Rokeby Guest House in Salisbury without losing us once. The Rokeby was another cozy choice and it was set up like an olde English upstairs/ downstairs residence, although they told us it was most recently a schoolhouse. Decorated in maroon and cream with satin pillows. We moved in.
The bathroom for our room was out the door, and up the stairs, but it was roomy which was welcome after the tiny bath in London. Made for some careful late night trips, but I never ran into anyone else -- thank goodness.
The innkeepers gave us instructions on how to walk into the center of town, and we headed off to take a look for a friendly pub. The Royal George Inn fit the bill perfectly. Shania Twain was on the jukebox and the locals were playing cards in the corner. We were warmly welcomed by the proprietress who loaded up the juke box for us and broke out bowls of peanuts. We closed up the joint and weren't kicked out at closing time but accepted to stay on with the regulars.
Haley was conked on the head by the low roof as we were leaving, a reminder that the inn dates back to the 13th century, but we had a great time until it was time to walk in the brisk air back to the Rokeby.

First stop was the picture perfect town of Winchester and its beautiful cathedral. Mary and I walked the length of town to where the ruins of the Great Hall remain to see King Arthur's round table, which was a copy made in the 12th or 13th century, but it was closed.
The home-made soup, sandwiches and warm scones accompanied by a steamy pot of tea were just the thing after all of that walking in the misty air.




