After Nunney, we thought we might drive further west to Wells and its wonderful cathedral. But time was running out and it was a long way back to our next set of destinations, so we turned back east. The next morning we visited Jane Austen's house in Chawton. Rebecca teaches Austen, so this was a must-see. Vicki has read lots of Austen
and seen the movies. I read J. L. Austin's essay
Sense and Sensibilia in graduate school, but I don't think it counts. Anyhow, while Rebecca and Vicki toured the house, Penelope and I happily walked along the High Street, visited a community pre-school, watched some horses, some sheep, some birds, sat at the bus stop and played with a stick and crab apple she had picked up ("the best toys are found, not bought," a nearby gentleman observed), then passed more of the morning in Jane Austen's garden, in the company of several other males not doing the tour.
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| On the Jane Austen Trail |
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| Official plaque |
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| The house; nice house; nice garden too |
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The pub across the street, where she did some of her best
writing (nyuk, nyuk) |
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| Rebecca in the dress-up room |
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