My mother and I stayed at our friends' manor-esque "house" in Bournemouth, Dorset. Apparently, their place dates back to the sixteenth century. I was envious of the wild rabbits in their gardens.Mum hates photographs and she refused to be in any!
We visited the New Forest in Hampshire for lunch one day. Wild horses and deer were everywhere.
On our way to London, we stopped for tea in the 13th century village of Lacock.
nighttime...
London was sodden, windy, overcast, and bleak. Grey skies, grey buildings, and grey people. The Tate Modern was so killer. 
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