London Again

The next weekend, my family came back to the UK and I went to London to meet up with them.  


I took a train from Grantham Thursday after class and got to London in time to get get to the hotel, settle in and get some dinner with my family.  Then, my parents took me to see Billy Elliot which I had been waiting to see for the past couple of months.  It was great, but it wasn't as great as i had expected it to be and I found myself slightly disappointed.  And, our Billy got sick 3/4 of the way through and had to be replaced by another Billy.  However, overall, it was a good show and I would recommend it to anyone going to London if you want to see a musical on the West End.  


Friday, we woke up ate breakfast and went to see the sights, first we went into Chinatown for Sara to buy some gifts at the Fire Station, then we headed to Madame Toussauds.  Again, slightly disappointing and really just creepy.  Although, I did get some great pictures. Then, we headed to the south bank for the London Eye.  It was spectacular and did not disappoint at all.

When we got off the eye we headed down the embankment and went to the Tate Modern.  Amazing art and some really awesome exhibits with some original paintings by some of my favorites: Pollock, Escher and Dali and I have a new favorite in  Lee Krasner.  After the Tate, we headed to do some quick shooping on Oxford street, mainly Primark of course, where my amazing mummy treated me to shoes galore.  Then, it was time to get changed for the theatre.  We got changed, headed to the West End, got some Pizza Express and went to see Phantom of the Opera, Sara's choice.  It was...ummm...entertaining.  Then we went back and got some shut eye before my family had to leave for the States in the morning. 


 I was awoken by the wrestling of packing and showers.  I had to say good bye to my family that morning.  They left pretty early and i got a few minutes of alone time before breakfast.  I miss my family so much and i wish my time with them here had lasted so much longer, but it's not long now before I will be home in the States again.  I then had Saturday to myself with all of London at my leisure. I decided to take the Underground to Camden Market and do some shopping.  I soon grew tired and uncomfortable in Camden Market so I stumbled upon the less-touristy and more artsy section called Camden Lock.  I wandered around for hours, buying a large tapestry for The Boat, an old pub sign and a scarf for all under 25 pounds.  Then I go the best home-made veggie burger I have ever had, a Fanta and a cookie from some food stands and left for King's Cross, got on a train and went back to Harlaxton in time for dinner.

The Lake District

Although it has been awhile since I actually went to the lake district, Imma try to write a little something about it.


Thursday:  Thursday we left Harlaxton after class and started a 5 1/2 hour journey to Ambleside.  I took a dramamine so needless to say I passed out.  When we got to Ambleside, I was still feeling the effects so I decided to stay behind and go to sleep instead of go pubin' with Nata and Rosa.

The view in Ambleside

Friday, I was our free day, so Rachel, Caylin, Taylor and I decided that we wanted to go horseback riding, but we talked to the front desk about it and they said you'd have to travel pretty far to do that.  So, instead we bought a ferry pass and boated along Lake Windemere.  First, we took the ferry to Bowness which is where Beatrix Potter is from.  We went to the gift shop, Caylin and I snuck into the exhibit from the exit and then we had some tea and cupcakes in her adorable tea room. 

After that, we caught to boat and walk ferry which dropped us off at a dock by wray castle and picked you back up at a dock 5 miles down the road.  Quit a hike.  We messed around the lake-side for a bit, then we realized we were on a bit of a time crunch to catch the last ferry so we started at a steady pace.  I had my first pee in the woods which was uncomfortable to say the least, we stopped and ate our packed lunches and then we picked back up our brisk walk running the last half mile to get to the ferry.  After that walk, we were quite tired and by the time we got back to Ambleside it was already dinner time.  The first decent-looking place we found was a little restaurant called the "Chinese Cottage".  Inexpensive and decent, but it didn't really hit the spot and there was an evident language barrier so we didn't exactly get what we ordered.  After that, we headed higher up the hill into Ambleside and we found a pub, of course.  We got a couple of drinks and decided to call it a night when we stumbled upon Nata, Rosa, Sammy and Brian who told us that we were planning on taking a UET excursion with all of UET to a place near our hostel with live music that night.  We were all super excited and we went to get ready.  However, after going to the place and seeing how lame the music was we decided to just go back to the hostel and go to the bar at the hostel.  We had a nice UET chat and went to bed.


Saturday we woke up and headed to our choice of activities that we had signed up for.  First thing on my agenda was kayaking with Sammy and Caylin.  I kayaked for about two hours on the lake and was rather bad at it.  I of course tipped over first and had to get to shore to get back in my kayak.  However, Caylin followed suit and tipped over within minutes of my capsize.  After getting back to shore we decided that we were already so wet that if we were going to jump off the dock now was going to be the time.  Caylin and I jumped off the dock into the coldest water I have ever been in.  The water is so cold it almost paralyzes your lungs and makes it so hard to breath.  We went back into the hostel to change our wet clothes, eat our packed lunches and get ready for our next activity. Then, we got on the bus to Langdale for our next activity, Ghyll Scrambling.  Ghyll is a Gaelic word meaning water fall, so this activity was literally climbing up a water fall.  One of the hardest and most rewarding things I have ever done in my whole life.  I might have been slower than most, and I got more than a few bruises and even a couple of scrapes, but I made it to the top.  At some points, you are pretty much climbing with water running over your feet, at some points you are flat out swimming in the freezing cold water with your head dunked in, at some points you are hooked to a harness and rock climbing with water rushing down on the top of your head.  It was so much fun, but so hard at the same time.  I will probably never do it again, but I am so glad I did it!  Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of this day because I was in the water so much and I couldn't bring my camera.  Dumb.  After changing into dry clothes and getting the bus back to our hostel, we climbed up into Ambleside and found the most delicious, cheap restaurant in town.  Sammy, Brian, Caylin, Rachel, Nata, Rosa and I had a delightful dinner and some drinks and then went back down to our hostel to sleep after a long and draining day.


Sunday, we had to wake up and pack up our things immediately and then get on the bus back to Harlaxton. However, we did stop in a cute little mountain-side town called Keswick but pronounced Kez-ick.  Brian, Rachel and i shopped and walked around the town at a leisurely pace and then got some delicious pizza for lunch.  We got back on the bus and we were back at Harlaxton in time for some great refectory food.

Field Trips Galore

I officially apologize for neglecting this blog.  I spent a couple of weekends in Grantham and took a couple of minor day trips.  


Peterborough:  On October 6th, Brian and I went on a free field trip to Peterborough to see a Cathedral.  Yeah....Here's a pic of Bri Guy.

Nottingham: On October 9, Rachel, Taylor, Rosa, Cyril, Katie and I all went to Nottingham for the Goose Fair.  The Goose Fair is the 3rd largest fair in the UK.  It's a lot like the WillCo fair but bigger and more old-fashioned with palmists and haunted houses.  First thing I did when I got there was play a game and I won a stuffed monkey.  Then we rode a roller coaster called the "Mighty Mouse". 

Then, Cyril and I went into the haunted house and we were thoroughly terrified.  We walked around and ate fair food for a little while before taking the tram back into town.  In town, there was an international fair with stands that had clothes, food, knick-knacks and other stuff.  But first we went to Primark!  Primark is a chain of stores that sells nice, cute clothes for dirt cheap.  It's great as long as you don't think about the nimble-fingered asian child who made your 3 pound leggings.  After buying a scarf for myself and some gifts we went back to the international fair.  I bought some gifts, a small tapestry, some bread and cheese and a cupcake for real cheap.  It was a fantastic day all together.


The next day, My family came!  That Sunday, I took them to Lincoln.  The car-ride there was interesting as my father was driving a hired stick-shift on the left side of the road and had not printed off directions.  We walked around, saw the cathedral, saw the cathedral and got back in time to have dinner in Grantham. That monday after class, I walked them around the Manor, and we went to the Greg for dinner.  Delicious.  That Tuesday they left for Italy.

Germany!

Thursday: So, I usually don't include travel in this blog but this time it was pretty entertaining.  I traveled with two of my very good friends Sammy and Natalie who made this day a bearable and fun adventure. We set out at 8:10 on the shuttle into town.  We stayed in Grantham for about an hour before going to the train station from which we took an hour-long train into King's Cross in London.  Then, we got on the London Underground and went all the way across town to Heathrow which took about an hour.  From there we boarded our first flight into Vienna.  We got off the airplane in the middle of a parking lot and got on a bus which took us to the airport.  If you are not counting yet, that is already 5 forms of transportation. After spending a couple of hours in the Vienna airport, we boarded our plane to Munich. We again took a bus from the plane to the airport, found the subway station in the airport and became overwhelmingly overwhelmed by the fact that everything was in German.  None of us spoke a lick of German.  We had already taken 7 forms of transportation and we had to get to our hostel in Augsburg which is an hour away from the city but we couldn't find anyway to get to Augsburg using what we thought was the train system.  We asked around and found out we were in the subway station and had to go to the Main station to switch from subway to train.  We made friends with a group of Norwegian men on the subway which was highly entertaining in my exhausted state.  We got off the subway, and headed for our train.  The moment the train doors opened, I was overwhelmed by the smell of beer and the amount of people.  We smooshed into the crowed and we were pushed into the aisle smooshed up to a table with a German family from Augsburg sitting at it.  There was one girl who looked about our age and spoke english pretty well, her father and her father's two brothers.  They were drunk and hilarious and they helped us figure out everything we needed to know about the Munich train system.  An hour later, we got off the train and took a taxi to our hostel.  16 hours and 10 forms of transportation after leaving Harlaxton, I needed a bed.

Friday, we woke up, ate a free breakfast, found the rest of the travel group consisting of me, Nata, Sammy, Rachel, my good friend Rosa (It was her birthday that day!), My friend Mary Lana and Rosa's friend from home, Ally and we headed to Munich.  Again, the train was packed with men in Lederhosen and women in Drendels who were already drunk.  We got off the train and followed the herds of lederhosen onto the subway and followed the lederhosen again up the escalator.  The moment I stepped off the escalator, I was stunned by the amount of people, the culture, the rides and the amount of fun I could tell I was going to have already.  We looked in a couple of "tents" to see if we had made it early enough to grab a seat inside.  No such luck.  We went out into the beer garden and ordered some beer.  In Germany, they give it to you in Liters which is more beer than anyone needs in one sitting, but we all finished our beers before going out on the street! We walked along the streets of the festival buying steins, hats, presents for our families, pretzels, bratwurst and candied apples for hours.  We stopped in another beer garden, split a couple more Liters and sang ein prosit for a little longer.  The whole day feels like a blur of beer, lederhosen, pretzels, carnival rides and song.  Then when we grew tired of the festival, we ventured out into the rest of Munich.  We saw a beautiful cathedral, some monuments and did a little window shopping.  However, the city of Munich was deserted due to the festival and we were all feeling the effects of our beer wearing off so we decided to catch a train back to Augsburg, get some dinner and go back to our respective hostels.  Natalie, Sammy and I played cards in our hostel room before hitting the hay relatively early.


Saturday, we decided to stay in Augsburg and explore a little as opposed to going back into Munich.  We hit a couple of antique shops, an Oktoberfest for children, did some more window shopping and soaked in some small town Germany.

Then, we found Bertolt Brecht's old house despite my mixed feelings for Mother Courage and Her Children.  We also went into the most beautiful Cathedral I've seen yet.  Overall, I loved Augsburg but as the day turned into night we grabbed some pizza and ice cream and went back to the bed and breakfast for a catnap.  Sammy, Nata and I woke up around 11pm to catch the train into Munich.  We went to the airport, found some cafe benches and went to sleep before our 7am flight.


Sunday, we were awaken by a pissed off cafe worker saying "hallo" and tapping her foot at 4am.  We went through security, got some coffee and went to our gate where I got about another hour of sleep.  We boarded our flight, stopped off in Geneva and before I knew it we were back in the Refectory eating Roast chicken and potatoes.


Coming up next: Field trips to Nottingham and Castle time!

Edinburgh-The hot mess tour

This past weekend I went to Edinburgh, Scotland with my good friend Natalie (who will from here on out be referred to as Nata).  We have named this trip the "Hot Mess Tour" due to the amount of times one of us fell down, my inability to climb up and down the ladder to my top bunk and the amount of stupid stuff we did this weekend.  Here is a picture of me and Nata:
I am well aware this is a horrible picture of me but this is the only picture of the two of us from this weekend on my camera...


Friday:  We got into Edinburgh with hungry stomachs around 8pm.  We checked into our hostel before we headed off to go get food.  Our hostel was awesome!  Our room was labeled "addictions" and sat beside various themed rooms such as Starwars or Gotham City.  The beds we were assigned were named sex and drugs.  After dropping our backpacks off we went to go find cheap, fast food.  The first thing we saw was a Pizza Hut.  We knew it was lame but we were starving and had not had American food in a month.  However, Pizza Huts here are not the same.  There was wine and a waiter dressed in a button down and slacks and it was just real fancy.  We split a large cheese pizza and some tap water and left with our bellies full.  Then, we just walked up and down High Street/The Royal Mile looking for a pub with some culture.  We stopped in and got a rum and coke and some baileys and called it a night taking a leisurely stroll back to our hostel.  


Saturday:  We woke up early on Saturday with Arthur's Seat in mind.  We put on our walkin' shoes, ate some breakfast and set out to make the trek.  Arthur's Seat is part of the Salisbury Crags (the gaelic word for mountains) and was once a Volcano.

I, chubby, short-legged girl that has never been hiking climbed all the up to the top.  It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  With the City on one side, Crags on another and the ocean on yet another I had my breath taken away. Nata and I sat up there in silence for a good 2-5 minutes and then started to take five hundred pictures but none of them could do it justice.

 I could have stayed up there forever, but we decided we had much more to see so we climbed back down.  We went back up High Street to a museum called Camera Obscura which is named for it's camera lens that projects a live 360  degree image of the city onto a screen, but also houses an assortment of weird illusions, holograms and a mirror maze. It was awesome and totally worth the 7 pound entry fee.  Then we went up to Edinburgh castle but refused to pay the 15 pound entry fee so we just took pictures from outside of it.  Then we went up to Prince's Street, got some cheap sandwiches from M&S and ate in the park on a bench with a view of the castle.  After that, we walked up and down Prince's Street, but since neither of us had money to spend, we decided to spend our time elsewhere.  Before we had left Harlax. we had looked for some theatre in Edinburgh but since we were there right after the fringe festival we couldn't find anything but we found an intriguing new ballet called geometry and grace and at this point we decided to find the theatre and get some student rush tickets.  We then went to a near by museum, The Scottish Gallery and observed Scottish History.  We got out and stumbled upon two things: Greyfriar's Bobby (the famous dog statue--I didn't really get it...) and The Elephant House (the coffee house where J. K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter).  Now, everyone who knows me knows my undying love for Harry Potter and most that know me, know that I have a sweet Hedwig costume that I wear as often as I can get away with.  

 Needless to say, I wanted to get some coffee there.  Natalie forced me out of there and made me move on.  So, we proceeded to try to find the Edinburgh Museum of Childhood which we had been looking for since we had gotten to Edinburgh, only to find out it was directly across the street from our hostel. It was real cute.  Then, we went to find a cheap dinner before the ballet. We stopped and had some hummus and falafel sandwiches. Delicious. 

Then, we headed to the ballet. It was wonderful!  After the ballet we went to a bar that we had heard about called Frankenstein.  It was decorated in spooky, electrical stuff and the DJ played Thriller.  After that we went back to our hostel and called it a successful day. 

Sunday: We woke up early on Sunday and headed straight for the train station because for some reason, we had it in our heads that our train left at ten, only to find out it didn't leave until 18:30.  We had ten more hours!  We had all this extra time so we walked along High Street and went into every tourist shop we could find to find the cheapest scarf possible for Nata and I had an idea in my head of the perfect hat I wanted to find and eventually she found a 6 pound scarf and I found my perfect hat!  We also stumbled upon a sign that said "free personality tests" and we wondered up a long, winding staircase.  I didn't want to go but Nata reminded told me she had gotten some advice to do stuff that make you nervous so we went up.  We had found ourselves taking a 200 question survey and had discovered we were in the Scientologists of Scotland center. Trapped.  We got a sweet Scientology DVD and got out of there as fast as possible.  Then we went to the National Museum which had some pretty sweet classic art.  Then we started looking for the writer's museum, but when we got there, we discovered it wasn't open Sundays. Lame.  So, we wondered down High Street and found a couple of Cathedrals to go into. Then we made our way back to Hollyrood and we sat beneath Arthur's Seat looking up at the Scottish sky for about and hour and a half.  After that we went to another couple of monuments that I don't remember the names of.  We went back to our hostel for some tea, got our bags and went to the train station.  We were safe and sound in the carriage house 5 hours later.

Coming Up next: Oktoberfest!

Lincoln-the one in Europe.

On Wednesday, Everbody from Harlaxton went on a field trip to Lincoln, a historic town that was a major city for the Romans during the Roman invasion (43AD-550AD...No, I didn't just google that. Not just a hat rack my friends).  I woke up and went to breakfast in the refectory and picked up my packed lunch.  Then we loaded the bus and took the hour long drive to Lincoln.  When we first got off we split up into groups alphabetically and followed our assigned schedules (thank god for Grace Yeary and Rachel Zupp for their last names and the alphabetical proximity to mine).  We were assigned Phil Taylor as a tour guide and walked around the roman ruins throughout the town with him.

This is the "famous" Lincoln Arch.  Cool. 

Then, we got two hours to wonder around the city of Lincoln and eat our packed pb&j.  Lincoln is a real cute lil' city.  We wondered down steep road and hiked back up steep hill.  It was steep. OBVI.

Then, we found a park to eat lunch in and illegally used the "customers only" loo in a bookstore.

Our schedule then told us to go to the castle to get a staff-guided tour.  We were split up randomly and put into tour groups of about six.  I wound up in a group with my bestie Nata and we had the cutest tour guide, Margarette.  First we went into the jail where people used to await trials and we saw the Magna Carta (the 1215 version).  Then we walked all over the castle grounds.

Last, we met back up with Dr. Phil and he took us all around the cathedral.  

My favorite thing about the cathedral is the story of the little imp:  Within the carvings of saints and other religious figures in the cathedral, you can find one little imp.  It is said that he was sent by the devil to cause destruction in the cathedral and an angel found him and froze him as a part of the architecture to show Satan what would happen to all the little imps he might send.  I got a post card with the story of the imp on it in the gift shop to send to my momma but I lost it. Sorry Mommy.  By this time we were exhausted and it was time to load back on the bus.  I fell asleep pretty soon after the bus started off and woke up as we arrived back at the manor and it was time for dinner followed by Como video filming and a night in the bistro.

Coming up soon: A trip to Edinburgh with Natalie.

Liverpool

One of my best friends and fellow duck, Rachel Zupp and I get lost and found in Liverpool:

Friday:  Rachel and I got into Liverpool Friday around 2:30 hungry and lunchless.  We started our hour-long trek to our hostel outside of the city in which we got lost at least five times since Liverpool collectively decided to not put up any street signs.  We finally made it to our cozy and cute little run down hostel just outside of the main city action, put our bags down, used the “Lou” and decided to get a day bus pass and head to find a place for lunch in the downtown area.  Yet again, we got a little lost when we got on the bus headed for the wrong direction headed for the suburbs.  We were the last two people on the bus when the bus driver stopped and asked us if we had any clue where we wanted to go.  We stared up at him with our starving, poor little eyes and said “we just want to go downtown sir”. He said he was headed back that way and we could just stay on the bus. An hour after getting on the bus we finally got off in Queen’s Square downtown.  We ate DINNER (which means we saved money by completely, unintentionally missing lunch) at a place called Ask where we got wine (makes the walking go faster and our feet hurt less) calamari and a chicken pizza. Delicious.  Then we headed toward the river where all the touristy stuff is located stopping in some stores for some light shopping but we both wound up with nothing.  We finally made it to the dock and we saw a huge ferris wheel.

Priced at 5 pounds 50 for a ride we got on just as it started to rain and saw the city from above with an informative voice over to tell us all about the 25 million pound ferris wheel.  When we got off, it was raining pretty hard so we started to look for a bus station and guess what?  We got lost again and wound up in the club and bar district.  The place you least want to be when your too tired to be interested in clubs and bars.  When we finally found a bus station we found that our bus had stopped running at the late hour of 21:00 so we reluctantly took a cab with empty pockets but the total was only 4 pounds.  We got back to our hostel and found we were sharing a room with an adorable Spanish couple who are looking around Liverpool for a flat so the woman could go to school in Liverpool.  All in all, it was a great day!  There’s no better way to see all a city has to offer than to get lost in it.  After writing this I hit the hay. 

Saturday: Rachel and I started off the day with an awkward, free breakfast with everyone else in the hostel.  First we got some retail therapy when I went back to buy a sweater that had haunted me the night before.  Then, we started walking towards Albert Dock where the museum called “The Beatles’ Story” is located on Albert Dock. 

We walked along and listened to our audio books about John, Paul, George, Richard (Ringo) and the rest of the Beatles gang. We laughed, we cried, we felt like we were on an acid trip and overall the exhibit was awesome!  Then we got on a “hop-on, hop-off” tour bus that only cost 4 pounds!  We learned all about the cities’ history and architecture and hopped off to grab lunch and soak in some art at a small modern art museum.  Lunch was delicious!  I had quiche and Rachel had a brie and grape sandwich.  The art was very interesting and had an fun interactive element. We then got asked to take a survey about the museum and met a cute little British woman who was giving the survey.  I’m pretty sure she’s my new best friend.  Then, we hopped on again and headed to the cathedral area.  In Liverpool there is a Catholic Cathedral constructed by an Protestant and a Protestant Cathedral constructed by a Catholic on the same street.  The Catholic one is in-the-round and looked really cool from the outside, but we didn’t go in it, because we didn’t know how to get to it.  The Protestant Cathedral was beautiful inside and out!  We spent about an hour in there lighting prayer candles and listening to the live choir sing.  We hopped back on the bus one more time and drove past China town on the way back east to Albert Dock.  From there we bought some present for our families and wondered around the Dock area.  We found a house that had been made into a museum that said “tour a war-time household”.  It was a short, but cute little 40’s-style house.  Then Rachel and I took a leisurely stroll along side the river bank.  We stopped at a bench to soak in the Liverpool sky and the smell of the salty sea.  Then, we found a Pizza Express (a chain throughout Europe that is pretty much like a California Pizza Kitchen).  We split a pizza and had a glass a wine.  Livin’ the fabulous life. However, things then took a turn for the worse when I started to feel a little off.  About halfway back into town I turned to Rachel and informed her that we should find the restroom (forgo any attempt on fitting in with the culture and saying WC or lou since this was dyer) because I was going to puke.  I ended up puking in Costa Coffee on the floor and in the bathroom which the polite man informed me was out of order as my head was in the toilet.  After that Rachel and I just walked and people watched for a while.  We found ourselves exhausted and with our pub-hoping plans dashed by the puke incident.  We decided to own up to our lame selves and walked back to our hostel to shower and do free laundry.  However, laundry proved to be a much harder endeavor on the UK washing machined than anticipated and I ended up rinsing my clothes by hand.  We were also greeted by another surprise when we got back and the spanish couple was gone and a snooty med-student from london had taken their place.  Rachel Zupp said it best when she declared “he would be on the bad side in Harry Potter”.

Sunday Sunday in Liverpool, we got up, showered, ate breakfast and checked out of our hostel.  We finally got the bus system figured out and took it directly downtown.  First, we went to the Tate Liverpool which had a really awesome sculpture exhibit with some really famous work by Dali (Krista!), Picasso and Degas. And a really cool room where you were given headphones and walked into a room with disco balls and a dance floor labeled “dance here” surrounded by artwork.  We also at lunch in the Tate Cafe.  Then, we moved on to the Merseyside Maritime Museum.  If you didn’t know, the company that owned the Titanic and all of the other big ship-liners at that time was based in Liverpool. They had a temporary exhibit called “Seized” about customs, imports and taxation at that time.  Then we went to the main part of the museum which was pretty cool as well.  There was also a free piece of theatre about a fictional survivor of the Titanic. A one woman show in which the actress controlled to light cues herself by “subtly” reaching her hand to the button on the other side of the trunk she was sitting on.  Truly an inspirational masterpiece.  Or not.  Anyway, after that we were very tired and we had pretty much been through everything there is to do in Liverpool so we went to the train station, got some dinner and waited for our 2 1/2 hour train ride.  We had scheduled a train to Grantham, but since the track was being cleaned at that point, the rail station got a replacement bus from Nottingham to Grantham for us to take.  However, did not communicate to us that it was parked in the tram station as opposed to the bus station in Nottingham.  So, to finish off our trip, Rachel Zupp and I spent 20 minutes at 8pm running as fast as we could around the street off Nottingham.  We finally found our bus, and 45 minutes later we were back in the carriage house comparing travel stories with our friends.  Here is a picture of my and my Zupp on Albert Dock (I stole this from her as my camera died on saturday and I did not bring along the charger):

Coming to a webpage near you soon:  Lincoln: A British Studies Field Trip.