Moving On . . .
05/28/2007 - 05/28/2007 42 °F
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-- J R R Tolkien
So here we come to the end of our adventure in England. Thanks for sticking with it for so long. Here are the last pictures with captions for your enjoyment. This has certainly been a diverse experience writing this blog, and at the end of it all, it feels good to cap it off with certainty.
Lord willing, my family and I will keep a blogairy (thats: blog-diary) of our lives out in NC over the next couple years. Here's the address, if you feel it's worth your time to check for entries:
Without further adeu, I humbly present the last chapter of our tale, which is, in truth, just the beginning of the next one.
1) Westminster as you usually don't see it: with people, streetlamps, and general modern reality
2) Wetminster face.
3) Westminster cloisters. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside the cathedral.
4) There were, again, memorial slabs everywhere. Daddy's trying to decipher the ones people have been walking on for centuries, and I'm reading the ones on the wall. I was trying to find as many musicians as possible. Lots of church organists were buried in the cathedrals they served. Might be a worthy ambition!
5) Westminster architecture, looking across the cloister yard. The cloisters were the out of doors hallways connecting parts of the cathedral complex.
6) Another example of the architecture, and also showing all the people trying to stay out of the wind and rain. There were even stands hawking hot drinks.
7) Mammy, Daddy and I at the Queens theatre, waiting to see Les Mis. We could've bought wine or other drinks to enjoy during the show.
8) The vaulted ceiling of the theatre.
9) Daddy and I across from the theatre after the show.
10) Mammy and Daddy, ditto.
I feel as though I ought to say something profound here, however, I can't think of anything. No doubt it will come to me, just as I lay my head upon the pillow. I hope you understand.
"The end of a thing is better than it's beginning." Ecclesiastes 7:8