Arrival: Saturday, June 30th
Last time I flew to England, the flight went like this:
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
The angel-faced little girl behind me, bored after many
hours on the plane, had crawled under the seat and grabbed my ankles.
This time was much better.
And I was lucky enough to be picked up at the airport by my relatives,
so I didn’t have to mess with trains in my jet-lagged, zombie-like state.
First day of the Pembroke-King's Programme: Sunday, July 1st
I couldn’t check into the Pembroke-King’s Programme until
the afternoon, so I spent the morning with my relatives in Dedham. We walked along the Stour to Flatford Mill,
an area much beloved by the famous painter John Constable. In case anyone had forgotten how beautiful
the English countryside is, some reminders: