Pardon the brevity: photos in the meantime . . . Sunday the 13th, off to Stratford.
Saturday the 12th began with a trip to the local bakery for trail snacks and a half-pint stop at Gate Inn, the pub in Upper Brailes. According to Linda: Louisa dropped us north of town to begin our day’s walk. The path led to a cattle paddock with a herd of HUGE cows and one …
Friday morning saw us awake and eating a couple breakfasts while we secured our bearings and planned the day. At 11:00, we stepped out into the cool and followed Lou to a footpath leading south out of Brailes. Our destination was Whichford, some three miles away. England’s USGS equivalent is their Ordnance Survey, which publishes …
I could see a little of the west Irish coast before a cloud covered just about everything else below. As the plane was a bit ahead of schedule, we circled around a few times before our much-anticipated descent. Touchdown was at Heathrow Four into a cool, overcast day. A long line of immigrants cued up …
We drove to Houston Tuesday evening and slept at my sister Carol’s. The Super Shuttle arrived at 11:25 Wed morn and swept us to Bush Airport, where we checked in and experienced the usual injections, inspections, detections, infections, neglections, and selections. With plenty of time until our 3:45 take-off, we enjoyed a healthy lunch of …
Looks like a pretty day to drive to Houston. What have I forgotten?
Nothing but flowers . . . Hike – Pitch – Float Thanks for looking!
I can think of many ways to tell a story, but it seems that every story involves telling how the story came to be, and those story clusters intertwine. Linda and I celebrated our fifth honeymoon with a journey back in time. Our annual custom is to sleep in a historic hotel or bed and …
Oftentimes, some of the most remarkable historic figures remain little known. What single person could you name who was born of noble lineage, witnessed the American Revolution, founded a Louisiana town, owned large tracts of Spanish Texas, participated in the first Texas Revolution, saw the birth of the Mexican Republic, was a client of Texas’s …
Living up to my “Back Roads Scholar” title, I go off the beaten track to find tucked-away spots lost to the speeding traveler. Last month, I was headed to Canyon of the Eagles for a camp-out. In Bertram, I turned north to bridge the Russell and North Forks of the San Gabriel River and find …