Being an American with Clare issues at the pub in Helpston is clearly going to be one of the best nights of my life.
Thus concludes a pretty incredible five weeks of vacation. Now we're Seattle bound!
I am not paying $25 to go look at Poet's Corner! I am too churched out for that kind of bullshit. That's the truth!
I decide to stay one more day in Northhamptonshire to try to understand why Clare had such difficulty moving only four miles away from his village of Helpston.
I leave Clare Country to go visit a dear old pal who now resides in Grimsby, a town mercilessly mocked by every single person I mention it to. It wasn't horrible.
Vic gets a min-taste of the pleasure of English country walking as we overnight in Stamford, so we can look at Burghley House, one of Clare's places of employment.
Vic heads up to Peterborough to see the countryside, I take him to the Straw Bear Festival. What a lucky find.