In about a week, I'll be winging my way across the pond for a two-week vacation on the Scepter'd Isle. Yep, Mockingbird's flying to England! No work, no conference, just pure sightseeing and a discreet amount of stuffing myself with clotted cream and dishes with such charming names as "toad in the hole." (No blood pudding, though. I'm very firm on that point.)
The trip has been in the pipeline for over a year and, despite an only-okay exchange rate and the very real possibility of belt-tightening to the point of being wasp-waisted this coming academic year, there was no thought of putting off the trip. There are four of us going, all theatre or English majors (well, back when we were majors in anything) and we crafted the itinerary to cover all of our likes. So it's eclectic - a little Liverpool for the Beatles fan, a little Lake District for the Wordsworthian, Somerset for the Coleridge devotee, and a little Stratford for the Bard-struck among us. Plus prehistoric rocks and posh shopping.
Truly, something for everyone.
If only I had a TARDIS for the packing . . .
I'll try to post while I'm there, but forgive me if I don't see you again for a bit!