Southern England

At the Frankfurt airport, Ingrid joked that our plane to England was a Dash8, like the ones that fly Brisbane to Rockhampton. It wasn't a joke. I was expecting something like a B737. Nonetheless our el-cheapo flight (with Flybe) got us to our destinations without any dramas. We were met by our host at Southampton airport.



We spent three days in Thatcham with some old friends of Ingrid's. They live in a three hundred year old cottage with beautiful gardens in the English countryside. Each day of our stay, we all drove to a different country pub for lunch.

We went to a place called Inkpen. I'm told that it was named such because geese that provided quills for pens came from there.




We also visited a hill with a wooden post called a gibbet on top. This gibbet was used to hang the bodies of executed thieves until they rotted away. It served as a warning to others.












We also lunched at pubs at Marlborough and Lynington. It was a great experience, just sucking in the atmosphere.