Oct 23, 2004It was still raining when we woke up the next morning. From what we'd been told by various people along the way, it rained a lot in October in England. All of us were feeling a little sad we hadn't stayed at Franz's chateau in France, we'd been spoiled rotten there and were sorry to give it up so soon.
We checked out of our room and headed downstairs for a warm breakfast and to use the hostel's only computer in search of a plan for the next leg of our journey. We all wanted to see Stonehedge, but it was rainy and windy, so we didn't think we'd want to spend very much time there.
Turns out we were right. What they don't tell you in the advertising brochures is that Stonehedge is surrounded by two fences. The first one keeps people from getting within ten feet of the stones, the second fence keeps people from getting within one hundred feet of the stones UNLESS you want to pay a rather hefty access fee. Our vision of walking around and getting magical pictures of the mystical stones shattered against the cruel blade of reality.
We grabbed lunch at the Stonehedge Kitchen, then got back into the rental car and headed out towards Croyden. We initially thought we'd hunt down Gabrielle, our friend from the ferry, but after driving around completely lost for most of the day, we decided we'd better just find a place to sleep. All of the hotels we checked were full due to some local event, but we were at last able to find a room in an adorable hotel that was currently overflowing with a wedding party.
They gave us a room up on the top floor, but we didn't get much sleep until all the wedding goers had settled done for the night.
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