Fir Tree Lodge Hotel
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... traditional English breakfasts at the hotel and wandered through the farmer's market for some provisions for a picnic lunch. Almost before we started, our plans to drive home today were derailed; Dorset is too beautiful and too interesting to just drive through it and not stop to explore!
We first headed south to one of the southernmost places in England – the original Portland. ...
... felt hot because it IS hot, and suggested she hydrate more once she admitted that all she's been drinking is coffee. Food is really interesting too. We've had loads of kids, mostly girls, come in complaining of stomach pain and headaches. When I asked what they've had to eat that day, "An apple." "A piece of bread." HELLO! One girl came in complaining of nausea and vomiting, and when I asked what she'd had for dinner, she said a ...
... br> Super Sunday: Part II: COQUELLES (Calais) - WHEREVER THE **** WE CAN GET TO
Having a plan is great, isn't it? I wish we had one that we could stick to. To be honest, our learning outcome (teaching mode) is to travel as far south as possible via the national roads (not the autoroutes which cost many dollar) with the ultimate target being the Lake Geneva region, with Montreux and Rochers-de-Naye the target for our mountain hike & potential train ride.
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... never predict the effect the weather would have on your mood. All this grey skies and rain which keeps you indoors or running for cover does your head in. It's not like at home when you have 3 days of heavy rain at the worst time in winter and then you have no rain. This is a light rain and is constant. It's depressing and I see what the people back home were talking about now. If it's like this in summer, imagine what it's like in winter!
... indoors reading fantastic novels accompanied by steaming tea while storms rage just outside my window. It's fall here in Oxford (obviously), and the capital of students just magnifies the glory of the harvest season; scarves abound on stylish scholars, boots tromp through puddles, and people wrap themselves in exorbatant amounts of fabric as they shiver against cruel winds. The last stubborn leaf has been shaken from its sturdy tree and ...