A Taste of England in 21,000 Steps
Another morning, another cocooned Penn. The transformation into nonstop energy Penn begins with the emergence of one ever-growing foot :) Sunday, we set off for Stonehenge. After an extended comedy of errors in which we insisted the coach did not have the four seats we paid for and the tour operator did. This went back and forth for a while, which is odd, since settling it via empirical evidence (counting seats) was kind of simple. Finally, two freeloaders were forced off the bus, and we got four scattered seats for the journey to mystical Stonehenge. But first ... sheep! Then, the sun breaks over Stonehenge. It's historical, mysterious, and cool. On the voyage there and back, I did a Mercury Prize two-play of Alt-J and James Blake --perfect Brit-y, trippy music for zipping back and forth in time. In the end, though, it's pretty much all there is in the middle of this field (well, outside of the sheep). So here ar...