In 2011, when Nan and I went to England, we both thought that it would be a once in a lifetime trip, and that Nan's travelling days were behind her. That turned out to not be the case. This past January, while I was reading 
The House at Riverton by Kate Morton (a great book by the way) I started thinking more about the house where Nan worked when she was younger. I decided to do a bit of research about the house. I called her to get the name of the place, and soon discovered that it was now a hotel and conference centre. When I told Nan this, she was very surprised, as the last time she was there it was an electrical college.
A few days later I got a phone call. It was Nan, and she was proposing that we go to England and stay at the house. She told me it was my decision. I wasn't sure at first, but as I finished reading the book, my decision was made. I called her and told her we were going. In July, we were on a flight to Birmingham.
We landed, rented a car, and were on our way. It was quite an experience driving a standard car, on the wrong side of the road, with no sleep, but we made it to our b and b. The b and b was a converted farm, and was very close to Rugby.That first day we just toured around the area a bit, and got rested.
 
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| Nan at the bed and breakfast. | 
 The next day we headed to Stratford Upon Avon to tour around and to meet Sue and Alan. We had a great day, including a boat trip on the river, a stop at Shakespeare's burial place, and an evening at the Attic Theatre to see 
A Midsummer Night's Dream.
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| Royal Shakespeare Theatre | 
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| Alan, Sue and Nan on the boat trip | 
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| Shakespeare's Grave | 
The next day we went to Kenilworth Castle. It was the home of Queen Elizabeth's lover Robert Dudley. It's just ruins now, but it's still pretty impressive.
 

 
 
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| Garden Dudley had made for Elizabeth | 
After the castle, we went to Coventry. Nan was born nearby, and pretty much grew up in Coventry. We went to the Coventry Transport Museum, because the lady at out b and b recommended it. It was very cool. The best part of it wasa 'tour' of Coventry through time. There was a section on the blitz, that devestated the city, and while we were looking at the pictures from then Nan told me that her Mother was in Coventry when the city was bombed, and wasn't able to get home for 3 days. Nan and her sisters didn't know if she was alive or dead.
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| At age 14 1/2 , Nan had to get a job. Her choices were Cashs, or going into service. She tried Cashs for a day, but said it was too noisy, so the next day her mom set up with an interview at Dunchurch Lodge. | 
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| The used the sewers in Coventry to film the original Itatian Job movie. | 
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| The ruins of the Coventry Cathedral | 
The next day we met Alan and Sue in Rugby. While we were having a rest, Nan mentioned that she'd try contacting her neice who lives in Rugby, but had no success. Alan got out this cell phone, called her up and within minutes, she was at the pub with us. We all had a great time, and it was nice meeting another family member. 
The highlight of our trip was going to and staying at Dunchurch Lodge. We stayed in the converted stable.  The first night there I toured aound the whole original house and took pictures of all the rooms for Nan. It was cool actually seeing the things she'd told me stories about. I saw the staircase that she slid down on baking sheets, I saw the area of the roof where she walked from window to window, and I saw a lot of the brass that she had to clean daily. 
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| Selfie at the Lodge. The upstairs windows are where she walked along the roof. | 
 
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| The Lodge from the bottom of the garden. | 
 
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| The servant's staircase. | 
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| Billiard room | 
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| Second front entrance gate | 
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| This lawn is where the tennis courts were when Nan worked here. | 
 
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| The staircase where the sliding took place. | 
 
We had a great time in England, and survived me driving on the other side of the road. It was really nice seeing family, and even meeting new family. I guess the lesson learned was 'never say never'.