Monthly Archives: June 2014

Yesterday morning we bid farewell to our little cottage in Stratford-Upon-Avon.   After returning the rental car, we boarded a train North. The first leg was in a local train and required a quick sprint from one station in Birmingham to the next, but we caught the next train. The train ride north was beautifulContinue reading “North to the Lakes”

After yesterday’s little mishap, I had to rally a good courage to get back behind the wheel, but in the words of king Henry V: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!” We made it into Stratford-Upon-Avon, which for two English teachers and Graduate students is a bit like a pilgrimage. I hadContinue reading “Stratford-Upon-Avon”

Yesterday was, appropriately, much ado. We left Oxford in the morning and took three different trains to Stratford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s hometown. At the Stratford train station we rented a car, which thankfully had automatic transmission. Most rentals are manual, so getting an automatic car was nothing short of miraculous, and I’ll be honest, is something IContinue reading “Shakespearean [mis]Adventures”

I will sum up our day in London with a Haiku only:   St. Paul’s Cathedral Antony and Cleopatra Sunset in London   And now the pictures:    

This morning we walked through Christchurch Meadows, which was one of my two favorite running routes the last time I was here. What I did not know at that time is that Alice Liddell, after whom Lewis Carroll famously modeled Alice in Wonderland, grew up playing around those meadows as her father was the deanContinue reading “On Imagination”

“Is it so nice as all that?” asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him. “Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the WaterContinue reading “A morning walk along The Thames”

We landed this morning after sleeping nary a minute on the plane, so today was a bit of a blur. Let’s be honest-right now is a bit of a blur. Navigating to Oxford out of the airport is so much simpler the second time, and we were able to easily catch the bus. The momentContinue reading “Arrived”

Once upon a time, this was the street where we lived: Over seven years, the Ashley House (so called in reference to a street name) had been peopled with various combinations of young career-aged ladies. As different ones got married or moved away, they passed the lease around. I came to the house just afterContinue reading “An Ode to the Ashley House”