
This is a picture of me......driving a stick shift on the left side of the car, on the left side of the street, going 80 miles an hour, trying to comprehend what 1000 round abouts are like on the winding roads of England!

Sh-h-h-.....be still and take time to smell the roses in life!

And that is exactly what we did our first day in London as we visited the Windsor Castle.

We met our first friends in the parking lot. Not knowing how to pay for parking, Julie asked a gentleman & his wife from Ireland. He was so cute that he said, "You reach in your pocket & pull out your money. Then put your payment ticket on your dash board" Julie asked, "How much do we need & what does it look like?" He held out his hand full of change, put the exact coins into Julies hand & pointed her to the payment box. Already, we were loving England.

I sat down by this gentlman to ask some questions about Winsor Castle. He just happened to be a tour guide for 24 years. And told us some of his facinating stories about the maze of tunnels under the castle. He had to repair a broken water pipe & was only allowed to come up through the man hole in the room that needed the repair.

Can you tell how hugh the Castle is?

My favorite Rose!

I love these guards! If they are at attention, they don't move or smile or flinch!

Julie taking time to smell the roses. These smelled really beautiful.

Presenting ......Queen Julie Kaye Gardner

Queen Julie Kaye! We found out we weren't suppose to take pictures in here! And this crown is for a Christmast tree top! Looks better on Julie Kaye.

All these little window were stained glass. But they wouln't let me take pictures from the inside so you could see there beutiful colors.

Time to get something to eat! M-m-m-good! Julie's clients recommended the best places to go.

Then we headed over to Bath, England.

Stopping to buy a Gelato!

The Beautiful walk through the city of Bath.

Alot of corner buildings dividing the streets,

Visiting an very expensive dress designer collections.

My lady Julie Kaye tries on the feeling of a courset & skirt rings.

I enjoyed the hats,myself

I was really boared!

Julie Kaye was lion, when she said this collection was worth it! But we did appreciateds the black dress Queen Victoria wore after the death of her beloved husband.

Quick Julie, take the picture! It stinks in here!

Give me one of these, and I'll travel on either side of the road all day long!

Looking down the street at the cathedral. (If you have a catherdal in your town, you are a city. If not you remain a village, no matter the size & population.)

One beautiful flower attracks another!

Note the brick I have my hand on.

Cool, Huh?


We tried to find a road to take us up on the hillside to visit these homes. (If you don't have an address or a destination, Tom-Tom doesn't know how to help you!)

We did find a Pub with a bathroom though! Relief!!!!

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer.....take one down & pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall! (We didn't take one down!)

We visited the cemetary across the street thought! I love old cemetaries!

This was Julie Kaye's favorite head stone.

And we had our first fish & chips! We didn't know you got to whole fish!

Words can't explain the beauty of the country sides.

One of many views.

I think this sign was a joke! They must have opened a new road to some hill top!

Visiting where my ancestors came from. A gentleman from a pub came out as we were parked, I asked, "Are there many Price families in the area?" He replied, "Mum, there's 100's of them around here. Infact my best mate is a Price." Oh that we had the time to search them out & see how we connect.

Tesco is like Walmart in England. Only the prices aren't as good. We stopped in Victoria (where my G-G-g-grandma Charlotte Crockett was born) to pick up some English snacks. Julie Kaye ate these kinds of ice creams in Ecuador.


Good bye to the home of Charlotte Crockett......a sleep over, a sleeping in.....missing our breakfast, but then we were off to St. Fagans Wales History Museum. (110 acres of natural old Wales living.)

Oh, I would have loved being a kid in Wales. All the green trees & follage to make cabins in.

One of the old houses with the thatched roof.

Hedges or these kinds of walls separated land plots.