Our car and campsite outside of Bath.
The campground waking up as we got ready to hit the road.
"The Lantern" lit by the morning sun.
Looking (way) up at the soaring ceilings inside.
One of the many great windows of story-telling stained glass.
Looking straight up between the altar and tower.
They provided a mirror for ceiling gazers and odd, self-photographing Americans.
A bit of history amongst the many engravings and tombs on the floor of the Abbey.
A window seat in the oldest house in Bath.
Breakfast!
Seriously, has anyone ever seen Adina look as happy as she does when there are scones and clotted cream in front of her?
The Circus. At one point, the city almost tore down these buildings. Now it is one of the most expensive and sought-after places to live.
A special exhibit of the first British, ready-to-wear couture line of fashion at the Costume Museum.
One of the hundred or so outfits on display.
Adina hoping that corsets never come back into fashion!
One of the Bath Assembly Rooms--still used for banquets and balls.
The most interesting street musician setup of the trip.
Beatrice squeezing her way through the country lanes as branches and leaves tick the side mirrors.
Peter's knuckles turning whiter by the second.
The view from the top of our short hike in Dartmoor with Richard and Nancy.
A river cutting through the hills.
The land inside the national parks is very much used by farmers as well as hikers.
Evidence of how few trees grow in this windy, rocky landscape.
Bundled up against the fierce wind on the moor.
Richard and Nancy leading the way.
Wild ponies at the edge of the winding road.
Fast-moving clouds just before sunset.