A poem for the Abbey.
Hill and Dale
We came to England for two reasons: first, that my husband could log long hours of research for his PhD, but second, that when he had finished (I use the word loosely), we could rest and recharge. Fourteen years we've been church planting, but we'll return home to a new season. This mini-sabbatical is our... Continue Reading →
Adventures in London
It occurred to me this morning as I boiled water to heat up our bath tub that this is really quite nice for a camping trip. I mean, we have comfy beds, wifi, even skylights in the bedroom for a breeze, so really, what do I have to complain about? We are staying in an... Continue Reading →
It's been a year since I got to join my husband on his first field trip to England. He's just gone again and returned, and of course, this meant pulling out old pictures and reminiscing (not at all jealous!) One of the funny moments we still laugh about was an afternoon in Oxford when we... 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 →