I know, I've dawdled in posting the rest of these. It was hard to pick out my favorites among the 200+ photos I took in England; as it is I'm probably going to post too many to hold your interest. In which case, thanks in advance for your indulgence.
Sunrise over the Atlantic, as seen from the window of our plane into Bristol.
Land ho! This aerial view is probably of Wales.
I snapped lots of photos during our train journeys; most of them didn't come out. I liked this one because it not only showed a vista but some typical English terra cotta roofing. Our American shingles still perplex Robin; terra cotta tiles last so much longer!
Rob and his Dad.
Dad's flat is on the upper floor of this building.
The spring flowers were in bloom!
On the Tuesday Dad drove us into Lewes to do a bit of shopping. We pass these houses-on-the-hill on the way into town, and for some reason they always show up in my dreams about Lewes as a sort of town marker in my subconscious.
I loved being in a civilized country with public bathrooms!
The war memorial on High Street. I thought it was heartening, particularly considering what today is, that the first site Google listed under "Lewes war memorial" was this one. Each Bonfire Night a wreath is laid here. (Here's a Bonfire Night photo.)
Yeah, a bit of my thumb got in the way, but I still like this shot of Robin in front of the High Street shops.
Looking down High Street. I love window-shopping in Lewes, and I almost always find something "essential" in at least one shop. This time it was a fold-up walking stick, without which I would have had a much harder time getting down this hill.
Looking back up at High Street from the bottom of said hill, where there's a shopping plaza.
The clock atop Fitzroy House (the former Memorial Library), now a dispute resolution company.
A slightly better shot of the clock.
The white cliffs are cool too. Dover's not the only place that has 'em!
Robin on the walkway leading to the supermarket where we met up with Dad.
The River Ouse looks fairly stable six years after the flood.
Continued after I get some sleep. Part 2 will feature more photos of relatives. Anyone in our British-based family who wants bigger and better copies of any of these should let us know or get them from Robin's Dad, onto whose computer we pretty much uploaded all of them.
Sunrise over the Atlantic, as seen from the window of our plane into Bristol.
Land ho! This aerial view is probably of Wales.
I snapped lots of photos during our train journeys; most of them didn't come out. I liked this one because it not only showed a vista but some typical English terra cotta roofing. Our American shingles still perplex Robin; terra cotta tiles last so much longer!
Rob and his Dad.
Dad's flat is on the upper floor of this building.
The spring flowers were in bloom!
On the Tuesday Dad drove us into Lewes to do a bit of shopping. We pass these houses-on-the-hill on the way into town, and for some reason they always show up in my dreams about Lewes as a sort of town marker in my subconscious.
I loved being in a civilized country with public bathrooms!
The war memorial on High Street. I thought it was heartening, particularly considering what today is, that the first site Google listed under "Lewes war memorial" was this one. Each Bonfire Night a wreath is laid here. (Here's a Bonfire Night photo.)
Yeah, a bit of my thumb got in the way, but I still like this shot of Robin in front of the High Street shops.
Looking down High Street. I love window-shopping in Lewes, and I almost always find something "essential" in at least one shop. This time it was a fold-up walking stick, without which I would have had a much harder time getting down this hill.
Looking back up at High Street from the bottom of said hill, where there's a shopping plaza.
The clock atop Fitzroy House (the former Memorial Library), now a dispute resolution company.
A slightly better shot of the clock.
The white cliffs are cool too. Dover's not the only place that has 'em!
Robin on the walkway leading to the supermarket where we met up with Dad.
The River Ouse looks fairly stable six years after the flood.
Continued after I get some sleep. Part 2 will feature more photos of relatives. Anyone in our British-based family who wants bigger and better copies of any of these should let us know or get them from Robin's Dad, onto whose computer we pretty much uploaded all of them.
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