Anglesey Abbey

View from the top of Lode Mill

Yesterday was a day that I was very excited for because we (me, Joanna, Charlotte, Snehal, and Kitty from the DRC) went to go to see Sex and the City 2. My opinion of the movie is that it wasn't as good as the first. Although I enjoyed the exotic factor of Abu Dubai, I just like it better when it's set in New York. I think the plot wasn't explored as well as it could've been. I wasn't disappointed... I just... okay, I was a little disappointed. I'll probably go see it again when I'm back in the States to make a final decision on it.

Today was quite the adventure, I must say. So last you heard I was going to Anglesey Abbey this weekend. When I set out this morning on the bike it was hardly sprinkling. About halfway there it really started coming down. Luckily, Ian let me borrow a poncho thingy. On a much more beautiful day I would've been stoked to have made this trip. I could've spent a lot more time looking at and appreciating the landscape. Instead, I found myself desperately scanning the earth around me HOPING TO GOD that the thing would come up soon.

Finally it happened. I didn't realize that once I got there I would have to do so much walking outside. I forgot the umbrella. So, I trekked through the gardens--again, not truly taking it all in the way I would've liked--with only the poncho to keep me dry. I forgot to mention that I also wore flip flops. I'm not sure if this was a good idea or not. If I would've worn regular shoes, they and my socks would've been soaked, which I think would've been worse. What I saw of the gardens was beautiful. The home itself was massive and I think I was most impressed by the library.

 

After touring the home, I walked some more and ate lunch at the visitors centre before making the awful return trip home. It was raining even harder.

I got lost. Like really lost. I probably rode my bike at least 5 miles in the wrong direction along the river before swallowing my pride and asking some random bloke who was fishing if he knew which way Cambridge was. He was from London and didn't know, but luckily there was a family cycling not too far behind me and told me I was almost to Waterbeach which is, according to MultiMap, 5.9 miles from Cambridge. Before I asked for help I was starting to get scared--I mean, I was literally in the middle of nowhere in England. So anyway, I turned around and made my way back. I was getting really fatigued; at that point I had been cycling nonstop for about an hour at a pretty fast pace. Eventually I started seeing familiar things. I got home, wobbled my way up the two flights of stairs, peeled the wet clothing off my body, and climbed into the bathtub. Hahaha--it was so ridiculous! What a way to experience my first real Anglican day. The ride home took me an hour and 40 minutes.

I think I will try at some point to make that trip to Waterbeach when it's nice outside because I'm sure it's very lovely. I'll be sure to check the forecast really well before I plan on doing that though.