Friday was the last day of my big adventure. In the morning Pat, Jill, John and I headed out to Bodiam Castle. It is the quintessential Medieval castle. In fact, it looked so much like the Lego castle my boys played with when they were young I wondered if it had served as the model for the Lego version.
A lady dressed in period costume explained the clothing of that time. Think practical, not pretty.
Our next stop was Sissinghurst Castle. This was really more of a manor house than a castle, complete with a lovely garden.
Sprinkled throughout the countryside of Kent are circular buildings called oast houses. They were used to dry the hops as part of the brewing process. They reminded me a bit of landlocked lighthouses.
Friday night we were joined by Pat's daughter Linda and granddaughter Olivia at a local pub that served traditional English food. The names of some of the dishes sounded a bit sketchy. John ordered the dessert with the most worrisome title. As you can see from the picture it turned out to be different than one might have expected.
I went to bed Friday evening feeling quite sad that my big adventure was almost over. It was the trip of a lifetime, and had exceeded my expectations in every possible way. As I drifted off to sleep I thought of how incredible it was that I had just spent three weeks traipsing around Scotland, England and Luxembourg without a single thing going wrong. However, I wasn't quite home yet.