London

We are living very comfortably in Palace Gardens Terrace, near Hyde Park. Our terrace flat looks across to identical white Victorian-fronted buildings as far as the eye can see.

Just down the road are Kensington Gardens, which in turn becomes Hyde Park, then St James Park.

The past two days Kensington and Notting Hill have been alive with Europe's biggest street Festival, which celebrates world cultures with street parades, ethnic food and dance. The area is absolutely teeming with revelers and performers and it's one big party on the streets.

At midday we made our way through thousands of people to get to Hyde Park, past Buckingham Palace and on to Big Ben and Westminster Abbey. London weather is overcast and we've had some light rain, although things cleared up this afternoon when we took an open-topped bus through the city, passing the Tower Bridge, London Eye and the Temple, Cleopatra's Needle and the Embankment.

Tomorrow - the British Museum and particularly the Egyptian collection. Some of Carter's finds from the Tutankhamun expedition are housed here. Excited!

Marazion, Cornwall

Today we trekked five miles to St Michael's Mount along the coastal path.

The castle rises up rather dramatically from it's granite outcrop and is only accessible by foot for around four hours a day when the tide uncovers the causeway, allowing adults, kids and dogs to cross. (I have to mention the dogs as they accompany their families everywhere in the UK - we've seen them on the decks of riverboats, under tables in pubs and at most places where people gather.)

We reached the causeway by about 2.15 in the afternoon and around 3pm the path was dry enough to cross.  We had a steep climb to the upper reaches and our leg muscles were screaming.  Amazingly tropical plants abound on the island, as the granite rock heats up during the day and keeps the plants going through the cold nights - the gardens are really beautiful, as of course are the views back to the mainland.

Below is the mount from the coastal path, looking up at the castle from the island, and looking back to see the causeway with lots of people crossing.  We were a bit footsore last night and had to hobble over to the Admiral Benbow pub for a few restoratives before dinner.

Bath and Stonehenge

Today we are on our way to the western tip of the UK - Penzance - after three days in the old sandstone city of Bath.

Our first view of Bath is of a village of honey-coloured buildings clustered around the River Avon.  As it's late Summer here, there are a lot of boats out on the river; mostly the brightly painted narrowboats that can navigate the Kennet canal. From the window of our guesthouse we can see hot air balloons floating above the valley.

 

On our first day we visit the Roman baths in the city centre where historians believe the Celts enjoyed the natural hot springs as far back as 860BC, before the Romans came along and developed the site - hot and cold baths, ingenious piping,  mosaics, the odd temple or two. That's the 'other' J.C. seen here presiding over the baths.

  

On a day mixed with rain, sun, cloudy and sunny skies we take a trip out to Stonehenge and navigate the stone circle, listening to conjecture about the significance of the 5000-year old site. I'm leaning towards the ancient calendar theory - it seems the most likely reason to arrange the stones on the Salisbury Plain, enabling the sun to shine through the sequential arches in the circle. Dotted around the site are burial barrows, small mounds where human ashes, animal bones and trinkets for the afterlife were interred.

River Thames

Last November we started a email trail with Roy and Sue Farnham, owners of the Dutch barge the Baglady.  We were excited about travelling the Thames on the barge as sole passengers (the barge sleeps four) but arranging suitable dates was tricky.  Even then, the barge was almost fully booked for the summer with a three day window available from the 18th to the 20th August. 
This meant getting off a plane assuming no delays in transit and immediately boarding the barge; with some optimism we arranged to meet Roy and Sue on the 18th at Maidenhead, 13 miles from Heathrow along the Thames path.  Amazingly, there were few delays in flights, we got through customs and were met by our Heathrow driver by 1.30 on Saturday afternoon.  Underway and speeding along the motorway, twenty minutes on we spied the Baglady moored at Maidenhead, waiting for us to board.  

So we've spent an idyllic few days meandering along the Thames, manoeuvering through the locks, having some laughs with our wonderful hosts and taking in some stunning riverside scenery - the shady and beautiful reaches of Cookham water, with the historic Cliveden visible through the trees, the Kenneth Grahame-country around Hambleden, the broad stretches of river at Henley.  And all along the way, waving and chatting to fellow travellers on the river, all of who recognise the Baglady and compare notes about the traffic on the river,  the busy-ness of the Rewind festival at Henley, and the incredibly hot and sunny weather we've been having.

   

Highlights for us - Roy and Sue and their wonderful hospitality and knowledge of the river, waving to Rolf Harris sitting outside his house at Bray (and later getting a text to Roy's phone from Rolf), chugging the dinghy through the serene backwater at Wargrove at dusk, sitting having late dinners along the riverbank with a cool glass of wine and enjoying hundreds of great twists and turns of the river Thames.