After lunch we headed home via the scenic route. Saw some lovely sights, including Stokesay Castle which I got to photograph. Old and beautiful, with an ancient graveyard attached. Loved it.
We were running late, because just like in southern Illinois, we got stuck behind tractors on a two-lane road. Made me laugh.
I decided I love hedgerows. They are the best fences, keep the sheep, cows, and horses in, separate your land from your neighbour’s, and look wonderful. Some of them are hundreds of years old.
Saw more sheep today than ever before. And lots of horses, and many of them had blankets on their backs. I asked Simon if they were racehorses, he said no, just regular horses. That made me laugh again. Wasn’t even freezing, and the horses were being coddled. Drove through Hereford, and I knew it was pronounced differently than how we pronounce the cow-name back home. Anyone that knows the songs of “My Fair Lady” knows how to pronounce Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire (where hurricanes hardly happen).
Because we were so late, Simon’s wife Sarah had to get to work, so we went to his house. He went in with the kids and Sarah jumped in the Jeep with me. She gave me a ride home. On the way, she took me under the largest brick edifice in Europe. It’s a viaduct (in Stockport, I think). It was huge. Staggering actually.
Home, trying to get a bit done. We fly to Dublin tomorrow for the day.
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