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Bodlean Library, Cotswolds famous spots, tombs of rich wool merchants and where Prince Charles stood. He is not reported to have slept here, however Highgrove is just down the road. That is rather sheepish isn't it?

The Canterbury Book mobile is very welcoming if you have a library card and an interest in reading.

Western England October 2008

Tea time in Bibury, the Venice of England, the river is crossed by a mile of foot bridges, all needed to get around town because the town needed water power to run machines to process wool from the sheep that are everywhere. Makes me itch just to think about it. No wonder the Mad Hatter was mad!

To give an appreciation for this last weekend it needs to be in perspective. That is why Jeff is placing Libeary on the top of the big rocks at Stonehenge. Bear in mind we are a good 100 yards away from the structures. After all these years no one can say for certain why they are here or why we pay money to walk around them. Other sites on the tour were Bath where we were greeted with showers. Cotswold's boasts of famous residents, Prince of Wales for one, who was not receiving visitors when we passed. High grove may well be a nice place to visit, but the gate was closed to buses. Oxford's Bodleian Library was also closed to visitors. The greatest library in town does not allow checkouts and you must prove you intend to have academic reasons to look at the books. The blue gorilla was not allowed in either. Just having a library card will not get you in the door. You are welcome to enter the gift shop, located in the astronomy college, no doubt due to the sky high prices. The local lockup will allow all comers as you can see, there is no lock on the door. The mineral water hospital in Bath serves just that for immersion and imbibing. Several of the group tried what they described as tasting like sulfur and salt. I have enough trouble with the ale and was not game to try.

The local book mobile will, on the other hand, pose for pictures and let all readers aboard.

It is directed study week here, so I must return to the books. Next weekend Paris!

Cheers!

Entertainment of Canterbury Festival

The weekend has been full . Friday night a tour of haunts in Canterbury and a Russian Circus.

Saturday a broad daylight tour of writing about Canterbury and a play of Shakespeare in the meadow tent. Sunday a walk of labyrinth.

Can you tell which pictures are which?

I am a riddler and Canterbury is my muse!

Weekend Wonders

The weekend was busy. The Canterbury Festival of arts began with a children's parade.
the Sidney Copper Gallery covered the walls with paper and encouraged everyone to put themselves on the walls. Pictures will be linked from the campus website sometime this week.
Libeary and I ventured to the Canterbury Environmental Education Centre Sunday to walk in the woods and explore the hundred acre woods (really only 40 acres). The park has a Teddy bear Island and trolls and even Eeyore's house. The most unusual place to put a play area is under the high voltage power lines.

The porcupine was spined by the participants of the Big Draw. All manner of materials were used by the artists to fill out his back side. I chose wool in two colors on a red spine, can you find my spine?

British Museum Drawing

These are just a few of the art works displayed in the British Museum, they rival the art work displayed on our web site.

London Bridge

London Bridge is not falling down nor are any financial marketeers as the following photos will report. Libeary and I spent the day in London and covered as much as possible in on day on the ground. We were warned that the markets were depressed and to be aware there could be falling bodies. None were seen today from the Tower Bridge to the British Museum. A day without McDonald's would be truely un American, what can I say, I eat what you know. We visited St. Paul's Catherdral at lunch time and Lenden Hall, sometimes know as Diagon Alley. London has many strange and unusual buildings, the Gerkin and Lloyds of London (built with the plumming on the outside).

A day in the Wildwood

A day in the Wildwood is like a day at the zoo, except the only animals in this preserve are native to England. One small libeary would hardly be noticed.

Owls, badgers, deer, wild horses and of course wolves, (could have been one of Jacob's cousins) the fox and cats were not out to play. The fence is for protection of the public as all of the animals do bite.

The restrooms are clearly signed, "Hornets are active, please go to the entrance if you are stung." The entrance fee is a bit high, but I prefer a fence between myself and nature.

A good day in Kent

Even in the city there is blue sky. Clouds do appear, but they are passing thur. Yesterday was a stereotypical English day. Clouds and rain all day, then a whisk of wind and today, Happy Windsday. It felt a bit like a kite flying day, tough to keep your feet on the ground.
Met some chaps today who are as interested in America as I was in England. We dined together at a traditional establishment, Subway. The group worked on our Modern Britain class work. They can't seem to define Britishness either. All good fun, we made fun of them and they made sport of us and our silly football, "ya don't even use your feet, what kind of name is that".
Some sign language was discussed, mostly what not to do with your hands. A visual is impossible until I return, best to keep ones' hands in the pockets then, right.