I had been on a Henry VIII reading binge for months and it was spreading forward into Elizabeth I and other Tudor history. At the same time I was becoming really interested in plants and gardening – because of climate similarities, most of my research led me to English gardens and gardeners.
Alone on my patio one sunny summer morning in 1984, I thought about my brother in
(for a year), my mother traveling in Germany Europe (three weeks), and my daughter touring Europe with a girlchoir. I had never been further away than ! Not fair, I thought, this has got to change. Indianapolis
Pondering the logistics of a single woman and 14 yr old daughter traveling in a foreign country led me to the inescapable conclusion that
– with no language barrier, no summer heat & a reasonable rate of exchange – was the perfect destination. England
|In the heart of Salisbury, Wiltshire|
And it turned out that it was.
That first trip to
was perhaps the most wonderful three weeks of my life. Absolutely nothing went wrong or dissappointed. We even had some exceptionally good food!?! I felt a deep and warm connection with everything I saw and I fell hopelessly in love with all things English. This vacation also took what had been a good mother-daughter relationship to a whole new level of communication and enjoyment. We added a deeper level of friendship that has lasted us through as many trips to England as we could afford over the years. England
|Some very good English food at Lewis's Tea Room in Tintagel, Cornwall|
This love affair has now carried over into most facets of my life and if you read this blog long enough, you will find out more about
than you ever thought you would. England
|Sheep and standing stones in Amesbury, Wiltshire|