This is my slowly crawling through my photos. I'm only about...nine months behind.
I started my eight months in London, which included a day trip to Stonehenge and Bath - as you do when you're caught between your love of history and your vice of romance novels. My heart had palpitations at the thought of being in the setting of many a regency novel. Just take my heart damn it! The English countryside was such a dream.
Despite traveling in a big tour bus (one of those day trip tours) - it was easier in the end - the countryside was so charming. The goal is to drive through it next time.
People told me it was just a pile of rocks aside, but hey, it was still nice to see this pile of rocks with my own eyes.
Bath being gorgeous with its Georgian architecture. I really regret not spending longer. We only had time to visit the Roman Baths and the Jane Austen Centre, including a quick scones and tea under the most watchful eye of Mr Darcy.
I did try the sulfur water of the baths, after standing next to it for ten minutes waiting for my friend, and it was...not pleasant.
Oh yes, yes we did. The Jane Austen Centre was worth going to just for this, otherwise unless you're a die hard Jane Austen fan, it's a very small place.
Bath: would go again. It was incredibly beautiful. I'd love to have a nice easy day to stroll around, which wasn't possible with the time constraints of the tour - it was mostly a transport service, the tour guide did minimum.