We started our trip in England in late September.  Diana's sister, Helen, was to be married in Bournemouth and Diana was to work for a couple of weeks in the
Hammersley Hospital in London.  Unfortunately, Helen didn't end up getting married until a month later when we were no longer in Britain, but we visited
Helen and her (now) husband Gavin at Gavin's parents in Bournemouth.

The photo here is just west of Bournemouth on the south coast of England.  Before arriving in Bournemouth, we spent a good half day driving into and out of
London from Heathrow, after which we vowed never to drive in London again.

After the weekend in Bournemouth, we wandered through Oxford, Tewkesbury, Gloucester, Cheltenham, Woucester, where we saw lots of old things,
and Stratford where we saw the Royal Shakespeare Company's rendition of A Midsummer Night's Dream, which is also an old thing.  Happily, this version
was quite innovative.

We learned to pronounce knife as 'noweefe' and to eat English Breakfasts with great gusto, particularly if there was a convenient recess into which the sausage could
be dropped.  We hiked in the Cotswolds, lost the keys to our car, were befriended by pre-mad-cow-disease-generated-embargo-beef-farmers-turned-crop-farmers, found the keys to our car, and set off fire alarms in our hotel.

We continued on through the Lake District, staying at the inimitable Betty Fishwick's. You don't believe me? Look:
                                                      
If you happen to be in Stavely, give Betty a call, and stay in her 16th century house.  Mind yourself though; if you're there on the first thursday of the
month she'll ask you to leave a little early so that she can make an 'appointment'. (Morning Coffee at the town hall).

Finally we arrived in Glasgow, where we had a wonderful weekend with Steve and Eileen.  We saw the spot where the Campbells slaughtered the McDonalds

(or did the McDonalds slaughter the Campbells?), and then drove back to London.  Diana stayed at the Hammersley Nurses Residence next to the Hammersley
Hospital (but equally close to Her Majesty's Wormwood Scrubs Prison) which occasionally had hot water, but most likely always had rats.  I stayed there for one
night and then left for France where I began to look for a place to live...