Our final instalment of notes from our adventures in a campervan in England.
* Took a bit of a drive along roads that, according our £1.99 road map, were designated scenic routes. Ended up in a town called Evesham. Not much happening there except for a lot of very young teenage mums and some 1300 year old building that was now the local tourist information centre.
* Drove back to our campsite via Cheltenham and set up for the night. Found out the sleeping quarters of our campervan weren't waterproof and spent the entire night trying to cover our bedding with garbage bags to avoid being completely saturated.
* Packed up our soggy and smelly sleeping tent and made our way to Cirencester. Took advantage of the free McDonald's wifi to organise the next leg of our trip and tie up some other administrative loose ends.
* Back to the campsite and a local pub for some food and another round of world cup matches.
* Left the Cotswolds and headed to Oxford for the day. Lovely place with regal buildings and awe-inspiring views but the heavy rain made it hard going. We were soaked from head to toe and not finding the day trip as enjoyable as we had imagined it to be.
* Finally cracked the s***s with the wet weather and our non-waterproof sleeping quarters and decided to book a hotel for the night. Plus, I was planning a proposal the next day and didn't want to start that day off in a soggy, grumpy mess. We found a very spiffy hotel in a little town called Ibstone. Of course, it didn't rain one single drop that night. Half our luck!
* June 29. A day to remember. Went to Turville, popped the question and got a "yes". For a more detailed account of the proposal please see our previous blog entry at this link - http://www.offexploring.com/gaz-jess-and-the-world-2014/blog/uk/turville/2014-06-29%2001%3A40%3A59
* Drove to Guilford and Godalming - the home towns of Jess' elderly neighbours, Daphne and Patsy. Daphne and Patsy are sisters and are both in their 90s.
* Before we left Australia, we went to see them and Daphne was mending an old set of rosary beads because she had lost her previous set. We decided that it would be nice to buy them a set of rosary beads from Godalming. Easier said than done. Rosary beads are a Roman Catholic tradition and we were in the heartland of the Anglican Church! We eventually found a pair in the back section of a luggage and leathergoods shop (as you do). The back section doubled as a Christian book shop. And it was all owned and operated by the same guy. This would have to be the only shop of its kind in the world.
Next stop: London (bye bye campervan)