It appears that I can talk to y'all from my hotel room in Bath. We had a fairly windy day in Oxford and we saw all things Tolkien-first the pub where he hung out with C.S. Lewis (of Narnia fame) and a couple of other authors once a week for about 30 years. Then we decided to find his grave-we knew it was going to be a bit of a walk but we didn't mind.
It turned out that "a bit of a walk" was a couple of miles. Suffice it to say that in the end, we caught a taxi to get where we needed to go and found his and his wife's grave right where the guides said they'd be. We stayed a bit, caught another taxi back to the city center, and went back to the coach parking lot.
Then we came to Bath, which is lovely from what little I've seen of it thus far (getting dark when we got here). We're going on the optional trip to Glastonbury and Wells Cathedral. Why should we stay here when there's Arthurian legend to check out?
My signal's kind of bad here, so I'll be signing off.
Cheers,
Bec
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