Happy Easter, folks! Hope that you had a great time with family and friends :)
On the redparanoid / mousecatfish side, we went to Dartmoor, in the southwest of England. We flew into London and then drove over - approximately four hours at a leisurely pace. When I say 'leisurely pace', I actually mean 'at a pace that would allow me to adapt to driving on the left side of the road without dying of stress'; this was my first time driving in England. I had thought about it in February when ethicalhack3r had mentioned that, though it's a bit confusing at first, you get pretty used to switching from one side to another -- musing became reality, as it turned out, when mousecatfish asked me whether I'd be up for visiting Devon.
The original plan was that she was going to be the one driving; however, upon landing in Gatwick (and after some coaxing) she confessed to not being terribly confident about driving in the dark. I therefore took the first shift: one that would -- unbeknownst to the both of us at the time -- last approximately three days. After about half an hour of driving, the idea of a stressed-out mousecatfish behind the wheel on her birthday trip convinced me that I should just man up and drive the whole way :)
We did the trip in two parts: the first night, we stopped off at a Travelodge in Amesbury, which had the added benefit of being within spitting distance of Stonehenge. I'd never been, and mousecatfish had only ever seen it from a distance (foot & mouth disease had, at the time, confined her and her mates to the tour bus). Those acquainted with my traveling habits will confirm that me and people, we just don't get along - so trust me when I tell you that Stonehenge is well worth visiting.
I would show you more pictures of Stonehenge but on camera, it looks exactly like what it is: a pile of rocks. Frankly, it's only amazing when you see it in person.
If, like me, you're focusing on the road rather then the surroundings, you're likely to miss it as you're driving in; fortunately, MCF told me to look up just in time.
Get this: it's right next to a motorway, it's surrounded by rope and there are hundreds of tourists milling around it snapping photos - and yet, it still strikes you as otherworldly. It just sticks out as something that's definitely not from this time. It was here way before you were a glint in the milkman's eye, and in all probability it'll still be around when you breathe your last sigh. Hey, that rhymes. Go me.
I could yammer on in writing, but fortunately for all of us MCF has done a stellar job of narrating our trip on camera; so without further ado I shall let her do the talking. I've also included a mini-collage of photos of our trip for the hell of it :) Happy easter everybody!!!






