Well, dear readers, last night passed without a blog entry. Did you notice? No? Is okay. I shall catch up:
Yesterday morning we three managed to loll around the flat until Jasper arrived to walk with Jessica to some government office. Apparently, marrying in the UK, if you’re not a citizen, is a bit complicated. It shall work, but they must watch Green Card first.
After lunching at the Friday street market, we four jumped into the car for our drive to Canterbury. Above, we have just parked, and Jasper has demonstrated his paparazzi awareness. Well done, Jasper!
Canterbury Cathedral is the headquarters of the Anglican church, and one of the oldest churches in England. Chaucer’s pilgrims headed here (you remember them — the Wife of Bath, the Miller, the Knight, the Friar, the Monk, and the rooster, Chanticleer, etc.).
Canterbury Cathedral is immense. And, currently half of it is wrapped with scaffolding, which is always a bit disappointing for us tourists; however, we do appreciate that very, very old buildings need some TLC once in a while.
The outside of the building is just as jaw-dropping as the inside:
Downtown Canterbury is a bustling, touristy little town where we indulged in scones and hot chocolates after our walk-through. (FYI: Methinks the reason to eat a scone is for the clotted cream and jam, although the scone itself does deserve applause.) Next stop was our hotel in Ashford, where we would meet Jasper’s parents for dinner that evening.
A meet-the-parents rendezvous with the Thrussells on a bus, and an evening of lively conversation and yummy food ended our Canterbury Tale.
Today we six visit Dover’s white cliffs and castle together.
I do agree with you on the clotted cream and jam!