We went on a belated honeymoon in May to the UK for two weeks. First stop was London, where we stayed with Zack’s sister and her boyfriend. We went on a bus tour there and wandered around the Tower of London, and she took us through her favorite parts of the British Museum; my favorite were the persian lion hunt carvings (they really should return all that looted stuff though). We also went to a small gathering with songs and stories of the Scottish border country.
We went with Zack’s sister on a bus tour of an old long barrow, Stonehenge, and Avebury, then continued on to Wales alone. After that we took a train with a fancy sleeping car up to Edinburgh and toured around there a bunch, with some bus tours up into the highlands where the tourguide had some great stories from Scottish history and more stories of the border country, and down to some Roman ruins. Then it was back to London to visit Zack’s sister again before flying home.
Scottland was so pretty and I could have stayed there a lot longer. In fact, all of the UK was postcard-picturesque; on one of the train rides in the sunset through rolling green hills covered in white sheep I found myself thinking it couldn’t get more picturesque, and then a rainbow appeared, proving me wrong.