A chance meeting with a charming Brit led me to a new life on the other side of the pond. Join me as I muse on motherhood, writing, teaching, traveling, and anything else that fancies me about what it's like to be "accidentally English."
Friday, 2 April 2010
Touring (Old) Hampshire
We have just returned from a lovely pre-Easter holiday in Hampshire, about two hours southwest of London. We stayed in a farmhouse B&B and spent our days driving along the picturesque roads of the New Forest and the Hampshire coast, discovering quaint villages with thatched cottages and traditional pubs, and communing with nature and the local wildlife. Unfortunately, we did some minor damage to our rental car on one of those picturesque roads, so we probably could have gone to an all-inclusive in Tunisia for what our lovely English holiday is going to end up costing us. Oh, well. Live and learn.
Here are some scenes from our week in the countryside:
The B&B we stayed in, right on the edge of the New Forest National Park
The famous New Forest ponies, who roam freely through the national park
Some of Burley's "locals"
Traffic jam, Hampshire-style
The Hampshire coast, with views of the Isle of Wight in the distance
Lighthouse and coastal road outside Lepe
Despite some weather that was a bit more fitting for February than late March/early April, we had a great holiday, even though now that we're home it sort of feels like we've never left. And the greatest thing about the holiday is knowing that I still have a week off before I have to go back to work.
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I found out recently than some of our ancestors came from the Isle of Wight. Crazy, right?
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