Greetings everyone, and welcome to my pictorial summary of our entire trip. If you haven't slogged through all the posts from the road, these pictures will take you along without having to read a lot of blathering and digressing by me. If you do want to know more about each picture, click on the caption below the photo and you will go to the relevant day's post. These pictures are not chronological, by the way, but instead arranged by general topic. For those who have read along with all the posts throughout the trip, thank you! Writing the posts was almost as much fun as the traveling (and certainly equally exhausting).
ENGLAND
17 May – 6 June 2007
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infrection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
William Shakespeare
St. Pancras Station, London
Well, I'm having a good time. Which makes me feel guilty too. How very English.
David Attenborough
Taking the train to Durham.
THE COUNTRY
I love London. I love England. We were out in the countryside and I had the time of my life.
Debra Messing
Overlooking the Vale of Evesham from atop Dover's Hill.
Aspects of life here—civility, courtesy, coziness—have always bound Britons to their country... They are part of the British myth, along with lovely countryside, dogs and horses, rose gardens, the Armada, the Battle of Britain.
R. W. Apple, Jr.
A public footpath overlooks a garden in Chipping Campden.
A roadside garden in Chipping Campden.
Villages
You arrive at a village, and in this calm environment, one starts to hear [an] echo.
Yannick Noah
The village of Castle Combe.
Soon the houses in the village will be decorated with lavish summer hanging baskets.
The church cemetery is filled with memories of years past.
A river runs through Castle Combe....
A quiet street in Chipping Campden.
A roadside wall adorned with flowers.
The English may not like music, but they absolutely love the noise it makes.
Thomas Beecham
Concert-goers at an outdoor performance at the Chipping Campden Music Festival.
A bay window decorated with golden roses (they look like Graham Stuart Thomas).
Chipping Campden Town Hall and street.
My writing station.
The other side of the Town Hall.
Chipping Campden market hall.
The main street, Chipping Campden.
The village of Bourton-on-the-Water, popular with tourists for its pretty scenery and many attractions.
Anne and Kristin on the bridge in Bourton-on-the-Water.
Burford, a charming village and a fine shopping town.
Burford is known for its many antiques shops.
The houses and buildings are built from the iconic golden Cotswold stone.
Snowshill, a picture perfect Cotswold village.
The churchyard and cemetery, overlooking rolling Cotswold hills.
The upper road, leading to the Village Hall.
A house in the village, a filming location for Bridget Jones's Diary.
An old-style telephone box in the village square.
The Countryside
When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering,
I say to myself
Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!
Henri Rousseau
Overlooking Broadway from the Cotswold Way.
I love the English countryside. I find that extremely satisfying.
Harold Pinter
The path from Chipping Campden to Dover's Hill.
Looking over Chipping Campden.
I love England, especially the English countryside. We had a little cottage in Sussex.
I loved those cottages.
Richard Widmark
Spring Cottage, our little cottage in Chipping Campden.
The patio garden at Spring Cottage.
Walking
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
Antonio Machado
A public footpath in Chipping Campden.
A kissing gate along a footpath.
A stile between fields.
"Walk steeply downhill to a stile in the corner of the field..."
An unobtrusive footpath through a field near Buscot, on the return walk from Kelmscott Manor.
The short English miles are delightful for walking. You are always pleased to find, every now and then, in how short a time you have walked a mile, though, no doubt, a mile is everywhere a mile, I walk but a moderate pace, and can accomplish four English miles in an hour.
Karl Philipp Moritz
The Cotswold Way to Broadway Tower.
Approaching Broadway Tower.
Further along the Cotswold Way.
Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very fast.
Thomas Jefferson
A sometimes appropriate road sign (Thomas Jefferson would not approve).
Walking from Chipping Campden to Broad Campden.
Walking is the natural recreation for a man who desires not absolutely to suppress his intellect
but to turn it out to play for a season. All great men of letters
have therefore been enthusiastic walkers.
Leslie Stephen
Kelmscott Manor, the country home of William Morris, a great man of letters and many talents.
I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river. Zhuangzi
Walking the River Thames from Buscot to Kelmscott.
The locks at Buscot.
Near Buscot.
Riverboats and pleasure boats on the river near Kelmscott.
The walk, the stroll, were private ways of passing time,
the heritage of the feudal promenade in the nineteenth century.
Theodor Adorno
An overgrown stile enroute to Kelmscott.
Climbing Glastonbury Tor.
Walkers descending Glastonbury Tor.
Yet another amazing view of English countryside, this time from Glastonbury Tor.
Inside the tower atop Glastonbury Tor.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
Emily Bronte
A woodland path along the Cotswold Way.
A steep downhill path in the National Trust woodland nature trail through Lynches Wood below Dover’s Hill.
Gardens
I love English gardens to the point of folly. . . .
Empress Catherine II to Voltaire
A view of Barnsley House from the kitchen garden.
Climbing roses grow into the shape of a heart at Cerney Gardens.
Looking down onto the many levels of the gardens at Snowshill Manor.
I like the gardens with good bones and affirmed underlying structure.
well-marked paths, well-built walls, well-defined changes in level.
Russell Page
The Long Walk at Hidcote Manor Garden.
Hidcote Manor gardeners at work.
Cerney Gardens is a Victorian garden with rectangular borders and beds.
Looking down onto one of the borders at Cerney Gardens.
The central garden at Cerney is edged with climbing roses.
The Bathing Pool Garden at Hidcote, with topiary.
The walled walk through Snowshill Manor Gardens.
Tintinhull consists of a series of interconnecting garden rooms.
Catmint borders a functional and decorative kitchen garden.
Stone eagles guard over Tintinhull.
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot
The veriest school of Peace….
Thomas Edward Brown
Kiftsgate Court Garden, with Kiftsgate blue chairs and tables.
Entering Kiftsgate Court Garden.
A secluded fountain at Barnsley House.
Another pool at Barnsley House, with irises and pond lilies.
A dramatic variety of columbine growing at Cerney Gardens.
A mossy pool at Snowshill Manor is edged with coral bells.
A white garden surrounds a pool at Tintinhull Gardens.
The English light is so very subtle, so very soft and misty, that the architecture
responded with great delicacy of detail.
Stephen Gardiner
Barnsley House, a happy marriage of house and garden.
A pair of lovely ladies mind the gate leading to the kitchen garden.
A hideaway bench in the kitchen garden.
Lettuces planted in the kitchen garden.
Kristin looking over the kitchen garden.
A whimsical scarecrow guards the kitchen garden.
A low-growing knot garden at Barnsley House.
Singing the blues at Snowshill Manor.
Vibrant blue irises at Regent's Park in London.
A colorful border reminiscent of Hidcote Manor, at Barrington Court.
A richly coloured border near Montacute House; most of the vast grounds are parkland.
Stourhead offers a two-mile walk around a sweeping landscape garden, including a lake, bridges, and many classical features.
The Palladian Bridge.
Swans in the Stourhead lake.
We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.Thomas Buchanan Read
The Regent's Park rose garden in Queen Mary's Garden.
The rose garden and lake.
Typhoon.
Westminster Pink.
The rose garden.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Christopher Marlowe
Beds of roses edge the lake.
I ran around Regent's Park and in the rose garden every day we were in London.
Rose beds circle a statue.
Colorful roses.
It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses.
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
A bench offers a resting spot beneath swags of roses.
The swags encircle the rose garden.
Different varieties of roses adorn the swags; all, however, are pink.
A close-up of the rope swag.
Sheep, Cows, & Cats
Sheep atop Dover's Hill.
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
Emily Brontë
Sheep like the footpaths too.
I love the lambs, not the sheep.
Roger Peyrefitte
A pair of lambs.
The mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valley sheep are fatter.
We therefore deemed it meter
To carry off the latter.
Thomas Love Peacock
Flocks of sheep graze on Dover's Hill.
She walks—the lady of my delight—A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts.
She keeps them white;
She guards them from the steep.
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
And folds them in for sleep.
Alice Meynell
We walked through fields of sheep and lambs between Chipping Campden and Broad Campden.
Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.
Thomas de Quincey
I passed by a group of cows on the walk to Wookey Hole.
Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows—and china.
Charles Dickens
Cows block the road on the drive to Barrington Court....
Then retreat as suddenly as they appeared.
Cows on the footpath from the Tor to Glastonbury rile up a passing dog.
The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple tart.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Cows in a field overlooking the Vale of Evesham.
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
Sigmund Freud
The Kelmscott cat.
Tom is a fixture at Cerney Gardens.
Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties.W. L. George
Tom joins us for tea.
He is quite interested in cake.
But settles for a saucer of milk and cake crumbs.
When the tea is brought at five o’clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
Harold Monro
Clementine (one of the cats at Beryl B&B in Wells) visits my room for a snack of kippers (saved from breakfast) and milk.
As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.
Cleveland Amory
Marmalade agrees to pose for a picture with me.
Cats don't like change without their consent.
Roger Caras
Marmalade meets me at the swing....
Joins me for a moment....
Soon becomes restless....
And is on his way.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Mason Cooley
Clementine wants to read my blog.
I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
William Shakespeare
Clementine likes to visit guests' rooms and demand milk.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Jean Cocteau
Marmalade, one of the cats at Beryl bed and breakfast in Wells.
Marmalade strolls the grounds of Beryl.
Afternoon Tea with Scones and Cream
She is
The queen of curds and cream.
William Shakespeare
Shopping for clotted cream at Tesco.
The pleasures of afternoon tea run like a trickle of honey through English literature
from Rupert Brooke’s wistful lines on the Old Vicarage at Grantchester
to Miss Marple, calmly dissecting a case over tea cakes at a seaside hotel.
Stan Hey
A tearoom in Durham.
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable
than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
Henry James
Tea break at Cerney Gardens.
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea?—how did it exist?
I am glad I was not born before tea.
Sydney Smith
An invitation to tea in Snowshill.
Tea at the Village Hall.
Scones piled with cream, and delightful cake.
Mmmm... delicious!
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?
Rupert Brooke
Afternoon tea at Spring Cottage.
“I shall sit here, serving tea to friends. . . .”
T.S. Eliot
Abbeys, Churches, and Cathedrals
I never weary of great churches. It is my favourite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Durham Cathedral
The finest Norman Cathedral in England, perhaps the world.
St. James' Church, Chipping Campden
One of England's finest wool churches (a church built from the proceeds of the medieval wool trade).
St. James' Church is also a landmark of Chipping Campden from the Cotswold Way.
St. Catherine's Catholic Church, Chipping Campden (a landmark of the road to Spring Cottage and Dover's Hill).
Wells Cathedral, the second smallest cathedral in England.
But surely one of the loveliest.
Bath Abbey. St. Paul's arose like some huge mountain above the enormous mass of smaller buildings.
Karl Philipp Moritz
St. Paul's Cathedral, from the Millenium Bridge.
Norwegians on the Millenium Bridge.
Southwark Cathedral, London's oldest gothic building (and almost impossible to photograph due to close proximity of streets and buildings).
Westminster Abbey.
Wells and Bath
The Swan Inn's little garden, with Wells Cathedral in the background.
The high street in Wells (Starbucks just behind me) on the day of the Wells City Fun Run.
The finish line near Bishop's Palace gardens (after the race is over).
The entry hall at Beryl.
The lovely sitting room.
The front facade of Beryl.
The Royal Crescent in Bath.
The Royal Crescent from the other side.
A Georgian Garden in Bath.
Hands Tearoom, home of delicious big, fluffy scones.
The dining room at Haydon House, set for breakfast, looks onto the garden.
Bath Abbey, early in the morning.
A narrow street in Bath.
Looking down Broad Street.
The weir on the River Avon.
Looking toward Pulteney Bridge and Parade Gardens.
North Parade.
Parade Gardens, from North Parade Bridge.
Riding the Rails
Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.
E. M. Forster
Bob at the Moreton-in-Marsh station.
Breakfast on the train to Stoke-on-Trent.
LONDON
I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.
Boris Becker
Queen Victoria at Kensington Gardens. 
The Norwegian cousins with Anne and Bob on a bridge overlooking the Thames.London is one of the most enchanting places I've ever been on this planet.Don Johnson
The Palace of Westminster and Big Ben.When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. Samuel Johnson
The London Eye, Westminster and Big Ben, and crowds of walkers out for a sunny day on the Thames.
By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show. Samuel Johnson
Waterloo Bridge.
St. Paul's Cathedral.
A break from walking.
Beaches of the River Thames.
In London, love and scandal are considered the best sweeteners of tea. John Osborne
The New Globe Theatre, where William Shakespeare's plays are performed once again.
Borough Market in south London.
Onward to the Tower Bridge. 
The Tower Bridge from Thameside.
Looking up the Thames from the Tower Bridge.
The Tower of London. 
Buckingham Palace from the Mall.
The Mall.
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
William Butler Yeats
Walking down Whitehall towards Westminster and Big Ben. 
Commemorative statue in Whitehall.
Buses proclaim England's upcoming abolition of indoor smoking.
The Blewcoat School, once a school for poor children, now a National Trust shop.I had almost forgotten to tell you that I have already been to the Parliament House; and yet this is of most importance. For, had I seen nothing else in England but this, I should have thought my journey thither amply rewarded.
Karl Philipp Moritz
Houses of Parliament.
Big Ben behind the Houses of Parliament.I have now been pretty nearly all over London, and, according to my own notions, have now seen most of the things I was most anxious to see.
Karl Philipp Moritz
The London Eye and Big Ben. 
The National Gallery.
Lord Nelson Tower in Trafalgar Square, Big Ben and Westminster in distant background. 
The British Museum.
Russell Square (Bloomsbury).
