Copthorne Hotel Sheffield
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Yesterday Avery and I took a bus to the nearby Chatsworth mansion, home to the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire. It is extremely ritzy and has roughly one million rooms and had just been decorated for the Christmas season. Many dukes have come and gone and made changes to the house and ...
... for Guy Fawkes day. For anyone unfamiliar, a dude named Guy Fawkes tried to blow up parliament in 1605 and failed. To celebrate his torture and execution, the people lit bonfires and the tradition has continued through the years. It's a bit odd, but then again so is Thanksgiving to the British. So anyway, we saw a huge bonfire and fireworks last night.
If anyone is wondering the weather is mid 50's and rain. Everyday. Really, it doesn't change. That just about covers it for now. ...
... in the states, you were all truly great (especially those of you who put me up for the night or seven).
Thank you for reading; I know you probably haven’t had nearly as much fun reading them as I did writing them on those long coach journeys, but I can only hope this has given you a little insight, and possibly inspired you to forge your own unforgettable travels. Whatever, and wherever they may be. So I end that very Hollywood closing statement with... U.S.A! U.S.A!
... she is tired. Anyway, good night from South Yorkshire. Tomorrow will be a great travel day to our cottage, From Maddie's Travel Journal: Today we arrived in England.when we got off the plane, we went into the airport to get to our hotel. First we went through customs, which is where they ask us questions like why we are here and who we came with. Then we went to baggage claim to get our luggage. After that, we took an airport bus to the ...
... I’d worked at Lakeside! As they were just about to board their flight for a couple of weeks of climbing in Morocco, we parted company and I spent a few hours chilling in the airport lounge before my flight. After a longish wait on the tarmac, the plane’s towing vehicle stricken with locked on brakes and sitting in a pool of brake fluid, we finally left Manchester, arrived in Basel and took a train to Lenzburg, where I was picked up and taken to Jonen by Luzia and her husband ...