Wow, It's been a while since I touched this, hasn't it?  Well, to be fair, I've been busy.  Oxford, Cambidge. The Original College Towns.  Did I mention that I took out some time in London to make a pilgrimage to Canterbury? It was my favorite place I've been, actually.  I loved it.  anyway, the point is that after Cambridge I went to (the real)Oxford, then Bath and the Cotswold Villages(Funny story about a National Fowl Trust--but when I come home to (the fake) Oxford I'm going to write a much more detailed account of my travels).  Then Bristol, Cardiff, Caernarfon and small-town Wales, Ferry from Liverpool, the Isle, Ferry to Belfast, and now here, stuck, becuase apparently there4's only one bus from Belfast on Sunday.  It's okay,  not a major obstacle.  Just a slightly unpleasanty surprise.

Speaking of unpleasant surprises, I was bit by a spider on my finbger while visiting the Avesbury Stone Circle (kind of a lesser known Stonehenge), and rather than transforming me into The Amazing Spider-Man, I soon found that I was having difficulty with muscle control in my left hand.  Which was unfortunate, to say the least.  But it got better by the next day, so I'm not going to worry about it.  Oh, and the Isle of man is a neat if obscure place, and I'm out of time.

I'll leave you with this thought:  There's no place like home.

Well, that's all, mes  amis

'Later