"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Monday, June 13, 2016

blenheim palace and the gifford circus

Blenheim palace was full of incredible beauty as well as rich history of Winston Churchill as it boasts his birthplace and childhood home.

It didn't hurt that it's grandeur was really a sight to behold.

I think Celia could have lived right here.

Little girls spent the day looking for princesses and then just decided to sing a little "Elsa and Anna" through the halls.

Janie's been playing photographer so she's not pictured but she's there too.

We grabbed one of the best ice creams ever and took a train ride around the gardens.

We've decided that we have a really limited vocabulary and really need to start expanding.

Words like "brilliant" and "alight".

The other day, Grant was playing in our garden with the neighbor girl. He was explaining how to play a game and she looked at him so intently and asked, "But what is the directive?" ... she's ten years old.

We stopped at a pub for dinner the other night for a meal and were turned away because, "Due to the demise in demand they were not longer holding daylight hours."

Yep ... we gotta expand that vocabulary.

Seems like every palace and castle around here has it's own butterfly pavilion. We're suckers for a butterfly pavilion.

The Blenheim gardens had a miniature villiage.

And this .... which may have been the highlight of our lives so far.

We spent the afternoon in a real life Alice in Wonderland.

Let's get a better look at that thing. I only wish I could capture the scope of it. It went on and on.

Christian was really the most thrilled with it. It was pretty darn neat.

We lay on the grass and just enjoyed the garden grounds.

A little later on, the Gifford Circus would be performing. I'd read about this real-live-honest-to- goodness country circus.

Forget the carnival rides and flash.

This was as pure as it gets.

And as soon as that dancing chicken came out and did her thing around the arena ... we knew we had come to the right place.

I was a little worried that Celia would run off and join the circus or real.

Then we returned home exhausted from a day at Blenheim and visions of British royalty and grandeur in our heads.

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