Westminster Abbey

I try to imagine this placeempty, mid-daylamplesswith just sunlight filtering throughthe stained glassand the dry bonesdust-motes of all the Tudor kings and queenslaureates, rectors, prime ministersdrifting slowly between the grand vaultsvotives extinguished on the altarthe suggestion of petitions in the faint smell of smoke.Here Blake was said to sitand talk with ghosts.I am not impressed... Continue Reading →

Last Nights in England

"I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything." ¬†-- Bill Bryson Here's a snapshot (or 20) of a few final stops in England. ¬†Winding up our weekend in the Cotswolds, we headed to Leicester, where Michael had... Continue Reading →

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