more good times in Upper Slaughter
Saturday evening, we arrived back at the hotel at a glorious time of day, that late afternoon slanting blinky sunlight that then retreated behind clouds…
Saturday evening, we arrived back at the hotel at a glorious time of day, that late afternoon slanting blinky sunlight that then retreated behind clouds…
Why oh why did we ever have to come back! No, that’s not fair. Poor old London cannot begin to compete with the charms of…
Well. Remember how I was going on and on about how good my French was? How proud I was to be able to get along…