Back in Windsor

We said good bye to Salisbry today and it was actually sad to go. We came to really like this town over the past 2 days and were feeling quite at home there. But Abby was waiting so it was time to go. I've included a few pictures from our time in Salisbury. The first is the river Avon down near the train station. It gives you a good idea of how lovely this town is. The river winds its way through the town and most views of it are as nice as the last. Then there is the Cathedral that dominates the countryside. You can see it from miles away and it is just a magnificant inside as it is from the outside. There is a reflecting pool inside the main part of the cathedral that reflects the stained glass windows in the water. (Ger got some good pictures of it but I can't download his photos onto this little computer.) Next photo should speak for itself. This is one of many shots that we took of Stonehenge. It's one of those places that either facinate you or bore you. I am facinated and so glad I got to see it in person. The last photo shows you the path through the sheep meadow and the gate we had to go thorugh to get up to Old Sarum. There really isn't much to show you of Old Sarum because it is a ruin but the path was fun.
And now we are back and into our second week in England. Our trip back to Windsor was as uneventful as the one going. The rail system is wonderful and we feel we could travel anywhere in the country.
FYI The English are pigs . . . "they litter everywhere and never pick up after themselves". This is a quote from an English couple that we met in Salisbury. The woman thought Americans were wonderful because they always clean up after themselves. And she is right! Every where you go there is litter. It is hard to find a litter basket to throw the trash into because, (according to the English lady), after the LOndon bombings they don't want trash bins on the streets because a bomb could be consealed in them. So I guess the alternative is to just throw your trash on the ground! It makes for a very messy country.
But what they lack in clean streets they make up for in pastry. I always thought France had the best pastry but I am coming to REALLY appreciate the English. I had a "pie" for lunch today. It was a flaky pastry pie shell,(tiny-about 3 inches across), with cheese and sweet potato and spinach in it and it was WONDERFUL. I have yet to try the breakfast pasty with clotted cream and jam but that in on my list. Thank heaven we are walking all over the place because between the pastry and the ale I am a Weight Watcher's nightmare.
A few more FYI'S :
Dogs can ride on the trains with their masters.
The windows here are double paned glass and you cannot hear ANYTHING through them.
You can buy wine anywhere! Drug store, grocery, gas station.
The roses are ENORMOUS and their fragrance is in the air where ever you go.