Miles and miles of beautiful yellow flowers.
roaming the dappled light of ancient church ruins
and being dwarfed by the grandeur
enjoying the perfectly picturesque landscapes, rivers, and cottages of the Cotswolds
exploring Roman baths in, well...
Bath
then relaxing at a swanky limestone boutique b&b
standing in complete awe at Stonehenge,
in spite of the freezing cold
admiring the pomp and splendor of Windsor
and stopping Jon just in time from "watering the bugs"
(aka urinating on the grass) in the Queen's rose garden.
oi vey.
