Blenheim Palace grandly emerges from a cluster of verdant trees. Its amber walls appear to glisten in the English sunlight. Helen has recommended that we enter the back gate of the palace for just this view. It is stunning. To the right of the palace is a great stone bridge … Continue reading
I think I was a Roman noble woman in a past life. I am certain that I frequented the Roman baths at Bath, known as Aquae Sulis, in that former life. It would explain why I like spas so much. I would have started in the hot spring waters, about 114 … Continue reading
There are lots of smart people hanging around Oxford, in case you didn’t know. The place is lousy with them–the confidently smart, the unassumingly smart, the old and smart, the young and smart. My friend Helen is one of these smart people. She has just written a book, “Keeping the … Continue reading
Mark and Helen are Great Britain’s answer to RVers. They sold their home to follow their dream of navigating England’s 2,000 miles of canals and inland waterways on their 6.9 foot wide narrowboat called the Morialta II. Helen and I met Mark and Helen as we walked along the Oxford … Continue reading
Helen was sitting in Nero’s cafe with sheets of paper surrounding her like dining companions. It was great to see a familiar face after about 12 hours of travel and satisfying to know that I’d made it to Oxford. Helen looked like this is where she belonged, in a cafe … Continue reading