Accents-Upon-Avon

After York, we drove to Stratford-Upon-Avon. We picked up the car in Birmingham, took a wrong turn after a debate with the GPS, and ended up in Pakistan. It was amazing. One street was Britain. The next street was downtown Pakistan. All the women were wearing letterboxes. All the signs were in Urdu. Gosh.

We didn't stop. I felt rather under-dressed.

In contrast, Stratford-Upon-Avon was chocolate box England. Punting on the Avon. The Royal Shakespeare Company. All very British what.

And in the middle of it all, we met up with our kiwi friend Carolyn. With a very plummy accent. Rather! I kept feeling like I had to behave myself. Then I remembered it was Carolyn, and I relaxed again.

We stayed the night with her and John and their two sproglets. Hadn't seen C&J for years but it seemed like we saw them just last month. The mark of good friends.

Their children were very well trained. Steve was most impressed with the good manners on display and I was just amazed. (I'd forgotten what well behaved children look like). In fact, I was so impressed I did my best not to give them all the flu.