The Road Goes Ever On

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Avebury Again, 2013

Our next major destination was Nunney Castle, near Frome, but Avebury is one of Rebecca's favorite places, as well as the Henge Shoppe, so we stopped there on the way.

While Mama shopped, P and I explored some
of the big rocks

And then we all had lunch at the Red Lion

And were entertained by the local dancing talent

Thus; with sticks, no less

Blenheim Palace, 2013; Meeting With The 11th Duke Of Marlborough

Rebecca wanted to see a few of the great houses, and there are few, if any, greater than Blenheim. Vicki and I had visited it in 2009, it was near Oxford, and on the way to our next destination. Plus, there was a special, unforgettable if unforeseeable encounter at the end of the day.

It's pretty special, even as great houses go: Queen Anne's
gift to John Churchill, aka the Duke of Marlborough,
who defeated the forces of Louis XIV in the latter's quest
for domination of the Continent in the early 1700s; at the
Battle of Blenheim; alas, the War of the Spanish Succession
isn't much featured in American textbooks; another famous
Churchill was born in the Palace years later (see my 2009
post for more); grounds by Capability Brown, of
course

The temple where Winston proposed to Clementine

Still life by Winston Churchill

Rebecca and Penelope on the Blenheim train

An Owl butterfly at Blenheim's Butterfly House; largest
butterfly I have ever seen; Blenheim has a very nice and
conventional family area just a train ride from the Palace
itself

Meanwhile, back at the Palace, the entry rotunda

Dining room

One of the State Rooms

Tapestry depicting the French surrender at Blenheim

The Duke of Marlborough's note to the Queen informing her
of the victory and French surrender

Great Hall

In the distance, the great monument to the
first Duke of Marlborough

Now things get interesting; we had pretty much closed the
Palace and gift shoppes and were walking back to the
campground, which is actually on the estate grounds; but
the gate we had entered was now closed; so we headed off
across the grounds in the direction we thought best, aided
by some vague advice from an employee; and got to this
"no pedestrians" exit

When up drives a Range Rover and this
gentlemen, attired in grey slacks and a
light blue sweater (as I recall), hops out
to tell us we can't exit the egress, it's cars
only, too dangerous; we all immediately
recognize him (from photos in the Palace)
as the 87-year-old John George Vanderbilt
Henry Spencer-Churchill, the 11th Duke of
Marlborough; Vicki and Rebecca handled
the conversation, for our part, as I tried
to get a good angle from which to
inconspicuously whip out the camera
and document the "meeting"--I never did;
he finally relented, probably in view of
Penelope and the fact we'd have to
wheel her another couple miles to get
to the "proper" exit; we got out the car
exit OK, and he drove off to another
visitor adventure; and it turned out the
campground was just a couple hundred
feet away; wow! We're still talking about
it...

Oxford Again, 2013

Rebecca studied at Oxford one summer a decade ago and was there another time too and so wanted to visit her old haunts again. We spent a pleasant day walking about, seeing the sights, the haunts, shopping, resting in the park, and more. Not pictured: lunch at Chiang Mai, a Thai restaurant that has become a family favorite since she discovered it and took us there in 1998. As sometimes happens, the food was so good I forgot the documentation. Not least the coconut ice cream served in the half shell.

We always go to the Bodleian Library, which had a special exhibit on "Magical
Books," aka fantasy, something Vicki and Rebecca both enjoy; Professor Tolkien
was amply represented

John Bodley, founder of the Bodleian: "we must preserve our
precious Bodley fluids"

I never miss the School of Metaphysics; which is now the receiving office;
sic transit, Gloria

Mailbox, the old-fashioned way; could have been a prop from Harry Potter

Radcliffe Camera; and turbuss contingent

The glory of Oxford...yes, but how many players do they have in the NFL?

Over-reaching?

Us at the Eagle and Child, 2013

Chiang Mai Kitchen (from its own website)

Monday, August 5, 2013

The Making Of Harry Potter

[We return now to our regularly-scheduled chronological narrative.] Our first sight after picking Rebecca and Penelope up at Heathrow was Warner Brothers' The Making of Harry Potter, aka (to me) Harry Potter World. I took care of Penelope while Vicki and Rebecca did the 4 hour tour (including gift shoppe). You'd think P would be screaming for her mommy under the circumstances, but no, she just adjusted without a whimper and was the happy and easily entertained toddler she was for nearly all the next two weeks. Of course that shouldn't be too difficult when you're the constant center of attention, upon whom new experiences and treats and presents are being showered constantly. That's what grand-parents are for. [Photos by Rebecca; captions by Vicki.]