A Big Pile of Rocks!

Recognize this place? James was watching TV today and called me to come look at what he was viewing. He remembered his trip to Stonehenge when he and I traveled to England in August 1993 to spend a couple of weeks with my youngest sister Carolyn and family. They were there for 3 years courtesy of Eli Lilly, living near Windsor Castle and Ascot. It was a fun-filled time, going all over London and the countryside.


One windy, cloudy morning, Carolyn took us to see Stonehenge. James really wanted to stay home and watch the summer olympics being held in Barcelona, Spain. We talked him into going with us but he wasn't too happy. When we arrived at Stonehenge, we parked the car, and walked thru a tunnel underneath the road and came up to Stonehenge on the other side of the road.
James put his hands on his hips and surveyed the area. Then he said, "My word! There's nothing here but a pile of big rocks!" and he was ready to go. Some of the many tourists on the scene laughed and said, "He's right!" The rocks are just sitting out in an open field. They are so very big.


We left there and drove to Bath and checked out the old Roman ruins. He said the baths were too dirty to get in them. He loved going to Windsor village which surrounds the old castle and made friends with the store clerks there. They called him their American friend.


Someday I'll record some more of his excursions in London. He had a good time. Especially on the return trip home when they had overbooked and upgraded us to lst class seats. He had his own private stewardess to take care of all his needs. I had to take him with me or else I would not have been able to go. We both had a good time.