These were all taken in the village of Beverly. At this point I had met up with my Aunt, and so we got to ride over in her convertible. We visited St. Mary’s cathedral and the Minster there. Lewis Carroll attended services at St. Mary’s, so there is a little statue of the White Rabbit on one of the columns inside. It used to be a market town, so there’s a nice square, and we had some lovely pub grub for lunch.
Man, I’m a slacker. I’ve been home for almost two months, and I’ve only posted one round of pictures. In my defense – I moved, Momser came for a visit, it was my birthday, I had strep throat, and I’m writing a wedding ceremony. I’ve been a busy girl, and any or all of those could and should be their own entry.
Anyway, here’s another round of pics from Day 2 in Manchester. As always, click to enlarge.
Manchester on my first day. A gorgeous day. I took a lot of pictures of the hotel and the city.
So, I’m going on a little vacation to Northern England. I’m leaving this weekend. It’s sort of a solo trip, except I’ll be staying with and kicking it around with my aunt who lives there.
I’m going to be flying into Manchester, and spending some time there on my own, and then spending time around Yorkshire. I’m going to go to many pubs, many curry houses, and walk through many gardens.
There will be photos. All the photos.
And when I come back . . . . big changes.
I’m very excited for the next month or so. More to come.
I have been such a slack about the posting lately. There have been quite a few things that have happened lately or random thoughts that have popped into my head that I’ve thought would make for good blogging, but I just couldn’t get myself motivated. I even wrote half a blog on Monday, but then didn’t post it. It turned out to be a rough week.
On Tuesday morning, I got to work, and opened my email (professional & personal). On the personal account, I had an email from my aunt in England, letting me know that Great Aunt Kath passed away on Monday. She was 97 years old. When I was in England in April, I saw her, and she told me that she’d never see me again. I was kind of hoping that she would be wrong, that I’d make it back again, and it wouldn’t take 30 years for me to get there again.
I talked to my cousin Jenny that afternoon, and she said, “I think they’re all [Aunt Kath, her mother, my grandmother, and their other sibilings] up there having a grand party now.”
Cheers Aunt Kath! Cheers to Grandma, too!
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