Monday, November 7, 2011

Calerne

The first Sunday we were in England, KJ and I were driving from the village of Lacock to Bath.  It was a beautiful day, and as we drove, we all of a sudden came upon this view.  We were blown away by the beauty of it and turned around to find a place to park.  We parked and ran excitedly down the hill to the stone wall alongside the road where a motorcyclist sat contentedly eating his sack lunch.  He told us the name of the village was Calerne and that he was going there, and then he told us about how he had taken his wife to the States on their honeymoon, to Arizona, I think.  I loved talking to local people and hearing about where they had been in the States and explaining what we were doing on our "holiday." 

We didn't visit Calerne, but we sure did enjoy our view of it.  It was a high point of our trip, stopping spontaneously to drink in its loveliness. 


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