jolly old England

Just returned from a jaunt to the United Kingdom where we indulged in english breakfast in the morning, hearty sandwiches for lunch, cream teas in the afternoon, and cottage pies in the evening downed with a few ales. And we did a lot more than just dine. We puttered around the stunning Cotswolds region, walked the streets of the great minds of the world at Cambridge, and then walked the streets of the upper crust of London in Kensington. We succeeded in driving on the other side of the road, both Nils and I. We visited Winston Churchills birthplace at Blenheim Palace and the 9th century pagan church in Stanton. Charlotte cuddled her Paddington Bear all the while and ran around all the towns admiring lions in the architecture, flags above the buildings, dogs on the streets, and teddy bears in the shop windows.