UK Photos 15

We spent a bit longer in Oxford than I expected so we got to Stonehenge a little later than I planned. Of course making a wrong turn and getting rerouted by Fiona down little roads like this took a little more time too.
The last time I was here in 1999 there was just a small visitor centre and car park. Now there is a larger car park and this big new visitor centre.
Inside there are some exhibits like this dead guy and broken pots.
You know the Druids started building these huts almost three thousand years ago. You would think they'd be finished by now.
There's a tram that drives visitors up to the site.
DUPLICATE PHOTO WARNING There it is.
DUPLICATE PHOTO WARNING And there it is again from a different angle.
I noticed a few people like this couple who must have parked somewhere nearby and walked near the monument to take photos avoiding the charge for the site itself.
The heelstone is outside the circle at the end of Stonehenge Avenue which was an ancient road that connected Stonehenge and the River Avon.
Sheep! Look at him, starting at you with evil in his eyes. Or her. I didn't really check.
Bird #1: Hey, Barry! You gotta come up to the top. The view is great! Bird #2: Colin, you know I have an issue with heights. I think I'll just stay down here on this other stone.
Traffic along the road backed up as people slowed to see Stonehenge as they passed.
Remember when I mentioned before about the small visitor centre and car park? As I remember it, they were on the other side of the road from Stonehenge. This was the walkway under the road. They are tearing it up now.
Captain Eustace Loraine and Staff Sergeant Richard Wilson were flying on a routine training flight on July 5, 1912 and were executing a steep turn when they crashed. They were the first members of the Royal Flying Corps to lose their lives on duty. It's probably fortunate that they didn't end up crashing into Stonehenge.
Bumper to bumper rush hour traffic on the M25 outside of London. Because we spent so much time in Oxford and at Stonehenge we hit Greater London at the wrong time.
So we got into Eastborne after sundown. We stayed at the Marine Parade Hotel on the coast.
We put the luggage away and walked into town to find dinner.
If it was in season, I would imagine that the streets on a Friday night would be a little busier.
Holy Trinity, Batman!
One of the places Carol, one of the hotel's owners, recommended for dinner was the Pomodoro e Mozzarella. It was a great choice.
I had a pizza ai 4 formaggi, which was a Neopolitan-style pizza with tomato, mozzarella, goat's cheese, bleu cheese and cheddar. It was great.

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