Scotch Corner Here we come

Well we have arrived at Scotch Corner after a rather eventful day. It started off raining. Leslie was in denial but I am sure that this is what it is called when many big fat droplets of water fall from the sky. I expected her to break into "the sky is falling! the sky is falling!" but to her credit she did not.

Now I, Leslie, am taking over the musings. As I write this the rain has stopped, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, so I am happy to be here.


Our first stop, Cambridge, the City of scholars. It was a perfect fit for us - we felt at home with all the enormous brain power around us - of course you all expected nothing less! We took pictures of antiquated street fronts, and tour of Kings College chapel. The far room was so steeped in tradition, there were carvings, old dark polished wood, red carpet, hymnals; it was absolutely reverent. My eyes filled with tears and I almost wept as the original purpose of the room swept over me.

Back outside the rain was still slicking the cobbles as we made our way back to the bus via the shops. We pulled out on our way to York as the sun came out.

York sits behind the wall overflowing with history, Roman influence, viking influence. Most of which has been irradicated but there were small hints here and there. The huge statue of Constantine sat guarding the entrance to the cathedral. We considered the cost of entry and determined our short time here would be better spent elsewhere. Rushing through The Shambles which was crowded with Bank holiday revellry, we found our way to the Viking Museum giftshop. Very interesting tinkets could be purchased here but all this paled to our trip along the top of the wall where we discovered an ice house that looked like a brick igloo. How quaint!

Instructions from our guide were followed very carefully by 47 of the 48 of us and we arrived back to the bus at the noted time. However, James Bosworth for the third time failed to appear on time. After 25 minutes the guide gave up the hunt and ordered us to move out. Where is James tonight? We are not sure, but not one other member of our tour group is willing to chance being late tomorrow.

Scotch corner is our stop tonight. Our room is luxurious, especially the bathroom. The towel bar is heated so the towels are warm and welcoming. Gloria-Rose has graciously agreed to allow me to sleep in the bed and she is taking the bathroom to be close to that towel bar in order to assess how best to remove it from the wall and into her luggage as a souvenir.

Alright, back to me, Gloria-Rose. Leslie has done a fair job of assessing our day so I will now provide the answer to yesterday's quiz.

1. castle: a fortress or protected palace of sorts
palace: a splendid, luxurious home

2. SMBDS ; something must be done syndrome
TMNA; this must never happen again

3. a speed bump

4. In the entrance to Windsor Castle, home of our Queen, there is a foyer or chamber between the outer gate and the inner gate. If unwelcome visitors came, they were invited into this chamber to await the opening of the inner gate. The outer gate was closed, trapping them between the two. Three carved faces in the ceiling were removed revealing holes from which melted fat and/or tar would be poured, raining down over these would-be visitors. I think perhaps in a former life Leslie may have experienced such a fate, thus creating her strong aversion to anything falling from the sky.....such as the rain we experienced this morning.

Jack, get the hot water hooked up to the wall in the bathroom because if I can figure out how to bring one of those water heated towel racks home , it's ours.....

Cheerio for now!

Having a fabulous time!

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signing off......Gloria-Rose and Leslie and Gloria-Rose again.