After the Arboretum, we rode our bikes back to town …

by the way I LOVED riding a bike through the English countryside. Best idea EVER.

We had thought about going to this WW2 museum just outside of town, but it was only open about 2 hours of the day … and turned out to be teeny teeny teeny tiny … and still cost about $5. So we decided against it.

But we did take a couple pics out front.

This is the ‘median’ on High Street … it was really lovely. If it weren’t for all the cars driving by, it would be a nice place for a picnic, or a book or something.

So – for some reason the weekend that I was in England and decided to go out to ‘the country’ for a lovely Sunday …

…. there was a tacky-as-all-hell CARNIVAL in the middle of Moreton-in-Marsh …

I’m partly annoyed, partly amused.

Needless to say, it was unexpected.

also, ridiculously busy.

I think next time I go to the cotswolds, I’ll make sure I’m not there on a weekend, and I’ll make sure to go to a town NOT by the train station … maybe it was even more crowded because it’s one of the ONLY cotswold towns w/ a station?

I don’t know.

But it was ridiculous.

We did go to the LOTR exhibit. … which was really more like a shopping fair than the exhibit I had in mind …

But Miranda and Phoebe did get to hold an eagle, which is pretty cool …

We did some shop-wandering … not really shopping … everything was either really expensive, or really tacky.

Cotswolds, you let me down…. or maybe just Moreton-in-Marsh. …. we’ll see next time …

I wanted one of these, but I’m pretty sure i couldn’t take it on the plane…

Lots of places were closing around 5p, so we wanted to eat before we left town …

found a cute little place called the Marshmallow, who had a menu outside with some tasty looking choices …

We stuck our heads in and the woman said they were only serving ‘tea and cakes’ … no real food….

Oh well! tea and cakes for ‘dinner’ it is!

chocolate raspberry chocolate something …. sooo good. and rich.

for some reason we had to teach Phoebe MASH – that ridiculous match-making game you play in elementary school and jr high — in America, apparently not in Australia …

we headed back to Egham kind of early … it was nice, really, to not be out late … to not be on my feet all day and have a little bit of relaxing …

OH! one good story – hilarious really …

On the way home we had to change trains in Reading … while there, we had a couple minutes, so got some Burger King (don’t judge, it was the only thing open IN the train station on a Sunday night) and once we got on the next train we were pretty much pooped.

Just the 3 of us – me, Miranda and Phoebe – in a part of the train where we could face each other. A bag of Burger King between me and Miranda, our feet on the row across from us where Phoebe was sitting. All scrunched down and relaxed.

Suddenly, walking up the aisle from behind me are 2 guys. .. kids really. I’d guess maybe 17? Hard to say since I didn’t see their faces.

The got to our row.
Stopped.
Both – in unison – turned toward us and said (with accompanying movement) “Schwing!”

Then turned and kept walking back up the aisle.

Wait.

what?

Is that supposed to be flattering? Or insulting? I don’t really know.

Is this something that they planned ahead of time (“the first girls we see…”) or something that they do so often when they are together that no discussion was needed?

Was it directed at Phoebe (who, I contend, was the only one who they could really see as they were walking up), or all of us, or does it matter?

We seriously were laughing about this the ENTIRE rest of the trip home… I honestly don’t understand.

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