Going on any trip is time traveling. Think about it. The car, train, plane, or bus speeds through time, carrying us forward into the future or backward into the past. Our trip to the British Isles brought this home more abruptly than ever as we journeyed from London in the now to Straford-On-Avon and into William Shakespeare’s childhood home. Our odyssey took us to Glasgow, Edinborough, Belfast, Dublin, and Cardiff, treading the stones of past history and ongoing political endeavors. We ended the tour at Bath, where the Roman ruins there still speak to the world, and visited Stonehenge on the afternoon of the autumn equinox. I’m still lost in time and space…
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Hubby and I at Buckingham Palace. My cousin Lyn and I at the Tower War Memorial where we found her great-grandfather’s and my great-uncle’s name. The Scottish piper/historian outside Stirling Castle and the statue of Robert the Bruce. A view of Shakespeare’s childhood home in Stratford-On-Avan.