England - Cornwall and The Cotswolds

We are visiting Clare's bestie from when she was growing up in Berkshire, UK. 
The locals erected a statue of her when she emigrated, aged 13.
Maybe this was actually her house, in Sandhurst. We stopped in on our drive south to Port Isaac.
Her school friend and neighbour now lives in the village made famous as Doc Martins adopted home.Wild, rocky, windswept ridges; steep, windy narrow lanes. Green cold and wet. Glimpses of the sun every hour or two are heartwarming. We saw the sites, met many family members and felt truly welcome.
St Michaels Mount
King Arthur's Castle ( possible site of)
Nothing lasts forever. We reluctantly left Margaret and Sandy for middle England.
The Cotswolds feel like quintessential England.
Stone walls, slow flowing brooks, green everything.
Scones with clotted cream on the lawn. We visited Oxford and rubbed shoulders with hundreds of students. A quick stop in Windsor to visit the Queen ( Victoria ( above)), pub lunch, pub dinner and pub drink.
We found a five km walk to brush off the cobwebs and the cars ( they are everywhere and they are in a hurry).
Watched a barge crewed by an accomplished couple navigate a lock in Stratford on Avon.
Heading home now. Three hours to the airport, three hours waiting, 30 hours travelling and we should be home. 
Bye for now😃

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