Sunday –

We had to jolly old England along this morning, long before we ever set
down in Great Britain. Our transfer to Frankfurt airport left the ship
at 7am (naturally I didn’t get any sleep past 3:30am), so we had an
early start packing Sheila, finding ourselves cups of life-sustaining
tea & coffee, and winding up our accounts. Then, at the crack of
6:50am (never late in Germany!) we jumped into our van for the hour ride
to the airport with another couple flying back to Delaware, and
Dorothy, a pint-sized, fragile little 85-year old Brit, who was the
charmer of the cruise. Dorothy was a little unsteady on her feet, so we
jollied her along, and took charge of her checking in/checking baggage,
getting to the gate, etc. while she teetered along beside us, clutching
to one of our arms or the other. She was cute going thru Security: I
asked if she had any toothpaste or liquids that needed to be removed
from her bag, she said she only had sunscreen but that was at the bottom
of her bag and she wasn’t going to go digging for it. Well, Security
didn’t care about the suntan lotion, it was the litre of wine at the top
of her purse they had issue with!!! We left her chatting up a storm as
she passed thru UK immigration control, while we impatiently waited in
the non-resident line to be stamped in.
Then it was pretty easy sailing. Manchester airport is quite small and
so easy to navigate. We picked up the rental car without problem except
that it’s huge! I reserved a compact car with automatic shifting, and
got one a good 3′ longer and wider than the manuals! I hope my
lefty-driving skills can deal with this behemoth. Portia (our GPS) was a
bit stubborn reporting for duty so I had a slight panic attack that mom
might have to navigate 🙂 luv you mom! But crisis was averted and the 3 of us headed off for the Peak District.
The
day could not have been more super. Sun, glorious sun; brilliant blue
skies; emerald green fields = heaven. We stopped a couple of times for
some photo ops…


| Peak District is manna for bikers |

and then sometimes we didn’t actually stop…


| our southern view, Chatsworth in distance |

Bubnell
Cliff Farm is a working dairy farm and our B&B for the next 2
nights. It has just two guest rooms, both with wonderful views over the
countryside, but ours has a bathroom you could play football in!


We
organized our bar, and then settled in for the evening with a nice
little picnic dinner in our room watching the cows come home…