The beach in Britain is far too windy and cold.
I was amazed at how people could go into the water.
We stayed the night in an odd hotel.
Yet again I was given my own room.
We left early.

On the day we left, I started a book.
It was called, The Shadow of the Wind
and it was by some guy named Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
It was interesting but horrible.
I choked my way through it by 1:34am the next morning.

After leaving the hotel, we went to the town center.
I struggled to find a book at the shop that was there.
I ended up getting 3 books for the price of two:
The Outcast by Sadie Jones
Suite Française by Irene Nemirovsky
Tom Bedlam by George Hagen

I'm currently reading The Outcast.
I expected it to be very good,
[seen as how I saw ads plastered all over London for it]
but unfortunately, I am finding it a mediocre.
It's interesting but nothing spectacular like my first read.

As I continue to go through the pages,
[I started reading at 2pm and now at 7:50pm, I'm at pg.250]
I find that I really miss reading.
Even if the read is terrible.

Hopefully you kiddies will tell me of some interesting tales.
I'm finding thriller/romance novels placed from 1900 to 1960 are my particular interest.
It's hard to find any good ones of those, however.
I'll keep trying though.

Almost done with this book.
Only have to read to page 441 and the story concludes.



Anyway,
After reading for a while, we came upon Stonehenge.
We parked, we crossed the street and looked at it through the fence.
Crowded, expensive and unimpressive.

We went to a different area, which I can't remember the name for.
It was a town that had a circle of stones like Stonehenge around it.
We were able to go up to the stones freely and walk around with the sheep.
It was very windy, filled with sheep poo, but very pretty.
I enjoyed it.
We left after wandering around two fields.

After that, we drove all the way to the Hellfire Caves.
We got there five to five and they told us we couldn't go in.
They said it took a half hour to wander about the caves and they stopped selling tickets at five so they could clean up.
Ridiculous.

We wandered up towards the Heaven part.
[one hell of a climb]
We walked around the graveyard,
We walked back down.
We went home.

Somewhere after the leaving the sea, we ate at a little highway eatery.
That's not really important.
On our way home, we got KFC.
The only thing important about that is that it made me sick.

Europeans have no idea how to make fast food.
I suppose that's good for them.
And why they're not fat and ugly like most Americans.
Cheers to them for bad-tasting food.