Our journey back into England took us along the coast to Blackpool. We stayed at a place called the Norberek Castle. I am not really sure if we mistakenly booked ourselves into a seniors home, or a weight loss clinic, or some kind of horrible combination of the two. It seemed as if we had found half of the English biomass and 3/4 of the country's age. There was a pool, a sauna, and a hot tub - the only saving grace of the horrible place. We watched the hockey finals in the lobby at 4 AM and chatted with some drunk Englishmen. They asked us what we were doing there and we said 'vacationing'. They told us we were insane to vacation in Blackpool, and proceeded to cheer for Boston. The only redeeming thing about Blackpool were the Daleks on the streetlights. Needless to say we spent as little of our days in Blackpool as possible, making day trips out and around the lake district of England. We visited a motoring museum, which included the record breaking car and boats of Donald Campbell. We also tried to visit the James Bond museum. This ended in horrible failure. The museum was closed permanently. However, there is more to it than that. The James Bond museum had been built right next to the pencil museum, and up against this stiff competition, hadn't stood a chance.
After Blackpool we ventured south to Gloucester for a few days. We used a 17th century farm house for our base of operations, making forays into wales. We traveled through Snowdonia national park, carnarfon, Angelsey and a lovely little town called Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. We visited an old coppermine, and a tried to go to one of the oldest mines in England, dating back to prehistoric times, but it was closed.
Next up we visit Hay on Wye, and the coasts of Devon and Cornwall.
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