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I signed off last time by saying you’d be hearing from us in England. Truth is, I was WAY too busy having a blast to keep up on the blog. We stayed with the loveliest family in Somerset and were kept occupied with our multiple odd-jobs and everyday tasks. During our stay we visited the elegant, historic city of Bath, hitch-hiked to and from Stonehenge, frequented the nearby village of Bruton and explored the ethereal Stourhead Gardens. Our time on the farm itself was such a treat: feeding the heritage-breed chickens and Shetland sheep each morning, helping with painting a neighbor friend’s house, burning bonfires of wood scraps, participating in Three King’s Day (a biodynamic thing), house-sitting with a brand new puppy and her auntie for a week, and teasing and carding mountains of wool. Our last day of work was a 26-ton, 10 hour job of moving freshly cut wood into a pile in the farm shed. But it was a thing of beauty when finished.
Samantha and Guy, our hard-working hosts, had three exceedingly sweet daughters—the younger two (8 and 6 years old) we spent lots of time with and it was such a treat to be with young children and in a family environment: we were suffering from an acute bout of homesickness. The skies dumped a good two feet of snow while we were there, completely transforming the landscape into a silent, motionless backdrop to the daily routine. Loran showed the girls the basics of building an igloo, and it turned out fantastic once the whole family joined in. Well, truth be told it looked rather like an awfully perky breast (chimney on top!) but it was a job very well done. We fell in love with their two Spanish waterdogs, Moro and baby Luna, whom we took care of for a week. Samantha and Guy had a healthy abhorrence of modern-day pet grub and fed their lucky dogs an amazing diet close to what dogs would have had in the wild. Much closer than kibbles, anyway.

little Luna

little Luna

The farm was situated on the border of Stourhead Forest. One crisp, foggy afternoon we walked towards the back of the farm, headed for the woods. Forty-five beautiful minutes later we discovered Stourhead Gardens, our purpose for the trip. We had entered a dreamscape. The fog kept the gardens hidden, so every 100 yards was an unfolding of colors, of architectural wonders, of 18th century grandeur.

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the grotto~

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reflections.

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Apollo’s Temple

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so lovely~

One weekday we were able to make a trip (by train) out to Bath. It was an architectural fantasy. You could easily spend all day admiring the buildings, wandering the streets. It was especially beautiful at the time we went—snow had recently fallen and the city was blanketed in white, more peaceful than usual. We did the touristy thing, visited the Roman Bathhouse, the Royal Crescent, the Circus. All wondrous constructions. We only had a few hours, and we spent our remaining time wandering the streets, soaking up the city experience before heading back to the countryside.

Bath~

Bath~

Our mutual first experience hitching was to none other than the iconic Stonehenge. It went so smoothly! Of course I pictured some serious weirdos picking us up and chatting us to death, but then I remembered: all the scary ax-murderers are back home in the States. So after about 12 cars passed us by, or 25 minutes waiting, we only slightly nervously slid into the seats of a nice Englishman’s car. It wasn’t awkward at all—we swapped travel stories, explained what exactly we were doing, inquired into his career. Twenty minutes later we were dropped at the Stonehenge parking lot.

Stonehenge

Stonehenge

Like most famous travel destinations (the Eiffel Tower, the Roman Colosseum), Stonehenge was smaller than I expected. BUT, as with our visit to Bath, snow covered the surrounding field and the scenery was breathtaking: a beautiful, cloudy day with just enough sun peeking through for an appearance in our photographs. We spent about an hour with the automated tour guide glued to our heads, ooh-ing and aah-ing over interesting facts we’ve already forgotten.

Our hitch home took two trips. A really lovely artsy couple picked us up just outside of Stonehenge (they had been drawing the site and had seen our hitching sign) and dropped us off at a busier street. There we were picked up about five minutes later by a really friendly guy named Triss. Five minutes into our ride, we discovered he was actually friends with our hosts and we were dropped at the door. Serendipity? YES.

All in all, England treated us incredibly well. The true countryside of England is heavily romanticized about, and for good reason. It is breathtaking, tranquil, unadulterated. I know I’ve said this countless times, but we cannot wait to go back.

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