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Brett Rollins is in England! |
Brett Rollins has been an incredibly friend for well over a decade. We met in our first class on the first day of freshman year at UNC. Like any friendship of that duration, we’ve seen each other through some great and some tough times. Some favorite memories are traveling through South America and Europe together, him singing at Chris and my wedding, and our crazy times at university. Brett just finished up his first year of pharmacy school, so decided to spend ten days here before his next semester begins. Whoohoo! Let another adventure begin!
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Brett and me sandboarding in Peru, 2006. |
Brett is fascinated by the mystical, so we kicked the trip
off by going to Stonehenge. The sky was
so dynamic during our couple hours there and we took way too many pictures
trying to capture it! Brett was content
to just sit and soak up the history and mystery of the place… all it took was a
steady caffeine drip! After a slow
wander around the monument, we bought some sandwiches and hiked a few minutes
to one of the barrows (burial mounds) that overlooks the area to eat our lunch.
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Stonehenge |
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Crazy sky over Stonehenge. |
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Brett in front of Stonehenge. |
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Burrow yoga. |
Brett liked Stonehenge so much we decided to go Avebury,
another henge (stone circle surrounded by earthwork , usually a ditch) a half
an hour away. I’ve never been to Avebury
and was really, really charmed by it! It’s
nothing like Stonehenge. The two biggest
differences are that the individual stones are accessible and you’re encouraged
to touch them, and the circle is almost a mile around as opposed to the
condensed ring of stones at Stonehenge.
Avebury’s stone circle is so large that a town was actually built inside
the ring. We parked and walked by a
cricket game (I still don’t understand that game at all) and then made our way
to the little visitors center. A walking
tour was leaving a bit later so we continued Brett’s caffeine binge and had some
tea with a clotted cream and jam scone.
Our tour guide handed out ponchos, which turned out to be a
great idea as the rain came down in little spurts from sporadic dark clouds
that never actually blocked the sun. English weather is so weird. Our tour guide was cute and full of sarcastic
humor against Stonehenge. She reminded us that Avebury is better, older,
and bigger than ‘that other place’.
Brett thinks, and I agree, that Avebury doesn’t come across in snapshots
as well, and that’s the only reason it isn’t more famous than Stonehenge.
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Avebury stone circle and earthwork mound. |
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Our funny tour guide. |
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Some of Avebury's stones are huge! |
We drove the couple hours home in time to eat some dinner and
watch some Olympics before heading to bed.
Monday we didn’t do too much, because Tuesday we were off to London for
the Olympics! We left early enough to
get to London Bridge to take a photo of the Olympic rings and then headed to
the Olympic Park. The Park was
huge! There’s a whole separate blog (just
previous to this one) about the Olympics, so I’ll skip it here. We did have a great time watching handball
and then headed back home afterwards.
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Harry Potter humor at Kings Cross train station. |
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Coffee in hand, always, Brett and me with the Beefeater. |
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Touristy picture that I love! |
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HAHAHA. |
Chris had to go to work on Wednesday, so Brett and I drove
to Stratford-Upon-Avon, the home of Shakespeare just over an hour away from our
house. Brett and I had bought afternoon
tickets to the play Much Ado About
Nothing put on by the Royal Shakespeare Company. We got to Stratford early enough to eat lunch
(after forgetting our cooler, oops) and walk around the storybook-cute town for
a bit before getting to the Courtyard Theater.
The play was absolutely funny and entertaining. It was Shakespeare’s play but set in modern
India – and the twist absolutely worked.
The theater itself was cozy and
comfortable. We wandered around town a
little more after the play, drinking coffee and eating a gigantic meringue. We peaked at Shakespeare’s house and then
headed back home for dinner.
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Being classy in Stratford-upon-Avon. |
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Royal Shakespeare Company. |
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The play we saw. |
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The cute theater where we saw the play. |
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Great set. |
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The theater after intermission. |
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Harvard house. |
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Brett in front of Shakespeare's house. |
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Shakespeare's house. |
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Love this picture of me and Brett in super-cute Stratford-upon-Avon. |
Friday we had plans for a BIG night out in London. After a nap and a bit of shopping in
Huntingdon, we ate dinner when Chris got home from work and then headed into
the city. I should’ve mentioned that Brett is a martini-drinking, late-night-going-out,
city boy. Chris and I haven’t been awake
past 11:00 other than to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympics… LOL. We had been mentally preparing for days. Brett had come up with a sort of ‘club
itinerary’ and we were along for the ride. I knew we were in for trouble when he
booked a hotel for us because the last train home at 2 AM train “wasn’t nearly late
enough”… We were a little behind ‘schedule’
when we got into London so a superfast change and quick glass of champagne in
the hotel room and we jumped into a black cab to take us to a bar called Proud
Camden. The first few seconds were
hilarious… we walked in and Brett groaned out loud, “Oh nooooooo!” We had walked into a room that was empty
except for a DJ and one bartender.
Hilarious. He walked straight
back to the bouncer who laughed and told him to go through the doors at the far
end of the room. Ohhhhhhhh. We ended up in a great area with renovated
horse stalls on either side (some of which had stripper poles, none of which
were in use). How did I get here,
again? Haha. Ok, so we walked through the bustle of the horse
stable thingy and then we were outside in a relaxed (and so much more my
style) bar. We got a drink and had a
great time for a while, then danced for a while, then found another room with a
DJ that alternated between Snoop Dog and rock (huh?!) and then Brett announced
it was time to move to the KoKo, the next club on our itinerary. Sure! We
walked outside and had the most hilarious moment of Brett suddenly changing his
mind but it being too late (the line was full of cuties trying to get in but there
was no re-entry to the place). LOL. He decided to stick to Plan A and we took a
cab to KoKo, a club set in a huge old-timey theater. The inside was gorgeous – red and gold paint
and 4 levels overlooking a center stage. Too bad the center stage was occupied by some
rapper named Smilo(actually it was Smiler, just kept sounding like Smilo with
the accent) who needed to have serious words with his sound crew. It sounded BAD, like high school band at prom
bad except on steroids. After twenty
minutes of torture we seriously debated leaving but suddenly Smilo left, the
screen came down, and normal pitch and volume dance music came on. Yay! We
had a seriously good time dancing and being dumb. There were some Olympians in the place, too,
which was fun. Chris and I were
determined to let Brett be the one who ended the night, and around 3:30 he said
“I’d be okay leaving if you guys are ready.” We totally played it cool, “I guess so, I
mean, if you’re ready.” Aw, I did love
the experience.
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In the cab on the way to Proud Camden. |
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One happy, one sad to be leaving the first bar. LOL. |
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KoKo |
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KoKo |
The next morning I woke up as if I had gone to bed at normal
time, so went on a breakfast and coffee-finding mission. We all got up and moving and went to the Tate
Museum of Modern Art. None of us had
ever been, and it’s free, so we decided to give it a go. Survey says: I don’t get or like or enjoy about
90% of modern art. Chris doesn’t get it
at all. Brett enjoyed maybe half of
it?
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Coffee in hand at least 89% of the time. |
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Me and Brett in front of Big Ben. |
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Tate Museum of Modern Art. |
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At Tate Modern. |
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Fish swimming in a pond. |
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"I don't get it." |
The rest of the day was relaxing and lazy… until about
9:00PM when Chris signed up for an Olympic distance triathlon for the next
morning. Long story, but he ordered fancy wheels for
his bike months ago that only arrived a few days after our Ironman. He wanted
to try them out, so had been looking for a race nearby and this one, only three
miles from the house, had an opening for him the night before the race. So after a Friday night of drinking, Saturday
walking around London on very little sleep, and a burger for dinner he was set
to race on Sunday… not an ideal pre-race regimen! He had a fantastic race, finishing
in around 2:25, and it was fun to cheer him on (you could’ve have paid me to
get in the water!) Brett made us brunch
when we got home, yum!!
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Surprise! Olympic Tri, registered that morning and did great, finishing in 2:25! |
I feel like the rest of Brett’s trip involved food and/or
drink. We picked potatoes and veggies from
the garden for all our meals, went on a walk around Brampton that ended in
buying and eating a delicious meat pie from our local butcher, going to the
farm shop for cheese and sausage for dinner one night (best meal of the trip!),
and drinking local beers and ciders. Oh,
and we went to our favorite place – the Brampton Mill – on Monday night, which
was perfect. I feel like ten days almost
wasn’t enough time to catch up but it was incredibly good to have such quality
time to hang out. I’m scared that the next
time we visit it’ll be in NYC, and I can only imagine what trouble we’ll get
into!
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Brampton church. |
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Brampton Mill. |
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Inside Brampton Mill. |