The Sicklicks have arrived! They spent the latter half of the week getting used to the jet lag and the apartment noise, visited Bath and had a tour of Oxford. Jason joined us on Saturday for a weekend in the Cotswolds- and thank goodness, because he was driving.
The Cotswolds are so named because they are wolds (a range of hills consisting of open country overlying limestone or chalk) where there are cots (A small inclosure for sheep; a pen; a fold). These sheep belong to the Duke of Marlborough and reside at Blenheim Palace. Blenheim Palace is, even if you are palaced-out, as you tend to become when making driving tours of the English countryside, not to be missed. They have more authentic period French furniture than Versailles (and they don't hesitate to tell you as much) and grounds that would turn any Vanderbilt green with envy, as I'm sure it did when the 9th duke married one (for her money) in 1895.
It reminded me of Biltmore. I suppose Olmstead had to get his ideas somewhere...
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