When you're cycling, beautiful views abound.
Stopping to figure our where we might be. The round building behind me is an old gaol (i.e. jail) called 'The Blind House,' where evil-doers were kept in the 1700's.
Our campsite in Orcheston (near Stonehenge) was peaceful, green and quiet.
A simple, yet tasty breakfast at camp...
...or one at Friar Tuck's Cafe in Amesbury. The reason why Friar Tuck was so rotund?
Quaint cottages line the roads in small villages. When I hear the word "cottage'", I think just a step up from "hut". These beautiful buildings, however, are at least a few steps up from "hut".
I'm sure locals, while most likely happy with their homes, might take these buildings for granted. Their kids probably long for flats in cool places like London.
No, not lost, just checking to see if this road is where it should be.
Strange to imagine a tank crossing this idyllic scene. We didn't see any.
From these photos, it might be hard to believe that it rained about 70-80 percent of the time we were on this trip.
The White Horse of Pewsey Vale.
Yes, this car, belonging to Thomas the Gardener, was as tiny as it looks.
Somewhere on bike route #4.
Old stone home, five kilometers from Woodborough.
A beautiful view, approaching Marlborough.
On the road to Avebury.
Our campsite near Marlborough, in the Savernake Forest, was one of the best places we stayed. Huge, leafy trees shaded the entire place. Too bad there were no showers on the site or we definitely would have stayed longer! Also, it was situated at the top of an incredibly steep hill. Tough place to get to for cyclists!
We went on a walk, east from our tent, and kept walking and walking and walking. We just couldn't get to the end of that path. The trees were huge and the forest was quiet and serene. The forest is said to be over a thousand years old. What a wonderful walk it was.
Brief stop while photo taking. Note the fully-loaded pannier packs.
Our route often took us through picturesque villages like these.
Time for a break, in this quaint little village.
These places are just nice to look at, even if you don't stay in them.
We spotted this eye-catching vehicle near Chipping Norton.
It was a three-wheeler and...
...tiny.
Back to the campsite and more rain!
When you're cycling, beautiful views abound.
Stopping to figure our where we might be. The round building behind me is an old gaol (i.e. jail) called 'The Blind House,' where evil-doers were kept in the 1700's.
Our campsite in Orcheston (near Stonehenge) was peaceful, green and quiet.
A simple, yet tasty breakfast at camp...
...or one at Friar Tuck's Cafe in Amesbury. The reason why Friar Tuck was so rotund?
Quaint cottages line the roads in small villages. When I hear the word "cottage'", I think just a step up from "hut". These beautiful buildings, however, are at least a few steps up from "hut".
I'm sure locals, while most likely happy with their homes, might take these buildings for granted. Their kids probably long for flats in cool places like London.
No, not lost, just checking to see if this road is where it should be.
Strange to imagine a tank crossing this idyllic scene. We didn't see any.
From these photos, it might be hard to believe that it rained about 70-80 percent of the time we were on this trip.
The White Horse of Pewsey Vale.
Yes, this car, belonging to Thomas the Gardener, was as tiny as it looks.
Somewhere on bike route #4.
Old stone home, five kilometers from Woodborough.
A beautiful view, approaching Marlborough.
On the road to Avebury.
Our campsite near Marlborough, in the Savernake Forest, was one of the best places we stayed. Huge, leafy trees shaded the entire place. Too bad there were no showers on the site or we definitely would have stayed longer! Also, it was situated at the top of an incredibly steep hill. Tough place to get to for cyclists!
We went on a walk, east from our tent, and kept walking and walking and walking. We just couldn't get to the end of that path. The trees were huge and the forest was quiet and serene. The forest is said to be over a thousand years old. What a wonderful walk it was.
Brief stop while photo taking. Note the fully-loaded pannier packs.
Our route often took us through picturesque villages like these.
Time for a break, in this quaint little village.
These places are just nice to look at, even if you don't stay in them.
We spotted this eye-catching vehicle near Chipping Norton.
It was a three-wheeler and...
...tiny.
Back to the campsite and more rain!
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