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    Bletchley Park

    The imposing manor house above the lake doesn’t say much at all about what happened here during WW2.  The house had been bought by a developer who would have built a housing estate but the manor and 58 acres of land was purchased in 1938 by Admiral Sir Hugh Sinclair, head of the Secret Intelligence…

  • Stowe House, an SF Museum, and a smashing lunch

    There’s more to English towns than ancient villages choked in traffic like Buckingham and London. Linda and Mike live near Milton Keynes, a deliberately designed city envisioned in the 1960s. Here’s a quote from the Wikipedia article. “Recognising how traditional towns and cities had become choked in traffic, [the designers] established a ‘relaxed’ grid of…

  • Carols on the Green

    Part of what makes these winter festivals sparkle is the camaraderie, the joining together with neighbours. After our visit to Waddesdon Hall we moved on to the village of Little Horwood where everybody gathered around a bonfire on the village green to sing Christmas carols, musical accompaniment provided by the Great Horwood band in which…

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    I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…

    Christmas, as we all know, is quintessentially a Northern Hemisphere festival, celebrating the return of the light. It’s no coincidence that several religions celebrate around the date of the winter solstice, a time of deep darkness, cold, and hunger. These days the essential dread of the cold dark has faded into the history books and…

  • One more stop…

    We left Newcastle around 8am and followed the Pacific Highway a little way inland from the ocean, although we caught a glimpse of blue out to our right every now and then. We drove through a mix of rain forest and agricultural land with nothing much to see unless you headed for the coast. Although…

  • Beyond Sydney

    After our visit to the dog on the tuckerbox, we hit the road for Newcastle, north of Sydney. At first it was a leisurely drive towards the New England hills. We passed areas where wind turbines had taken over from the sheep and cows. I hates them, I does. They’re a blight on the landscape…

  • On the road to Gundagai

    It was time to go home. Google maps picked us a route via the city motorways to the Hume Highway but it being a workday morning, we politely declined. Or maybe not very politely. 😊Instead, we went to the nearby town of Gisborne for breakfast. There aren’t too many places open anywhere at that time…