The last week has been busy with traveling--to and from Somerset, a day spent in Leicester, and two evenings in Birmingham. That plus my usual volunteering at the church and a very fun night out to see the new Indiana Jones has kept me away from this blog, so I feel the need to apologize for my silence. I also feel the need to spell apologize like "apologise." Something even more frightening is that when my "English sis" Julia and I were watching an American sitcom the other day, I watched the star get into the left-hand side driver's seat. "That looks weird now," I commented, then gasped. Julia merely smiled ominously. "You're becoming one of us," she said.
Here are photos from the bank holiday travels to Somerset, a southwestern county about three hours' drive from Nottingham. As mentioned below, I stayed in Cheddar with my friend Hannah's family, with views of the lovely Cheddar gorge from nearly every window in the house. We also took side trips to Bath and Bristol.
Hannah and Emily relax in the sunshine on the park before Bath's famous Royal Crescent buildings. Frequent viewers of Jane Austen films (such as myself) are sure to recognize these buildings and the park stretching down to the river.
The main body of the Bristol cathedral was actually constructed in Victorian times, but the architects did a fine job of imitating the Gothic style. Here my friend Emily is reading the many memorial plaques on the walls, many dating back 300 or 400 years.