Thursday and Friday I taught another class as well as discussed work on various new products.  My biggest excitement was finding out the village I stay in has fish and chip shop on the other side of the wooded common. I wandered there Thrusday for dinner, walking though a wood that looked like it was out of Kipling's Rewards and Fairie's or Tolkien's shire. Can't you just see Weyland smith waiting around that bend?



I had my cod and chips (they had cod, whitefish and three other fish available, as well as sausage, eggrolls, and these pie like things available) with a ginger beer on a log in the wood. It's crisscrossed with paths, both graveled and grassy like the above as well as small trails. Runners seem to love it.  I ended up leaving a bit for the good folk...The next day my manager took me to her home village for a beer in the local pub, which was quite nice. There was this lovely old school converted to flats as well as nice green surrounded by pubs,
 


a pretty old church,



and a very Redwall-ish garden between it all...





The above looks vaguely like a picture a student painted for me once...

Tomorrow, I'm off to Heathrow in the morning and home via Raliegh-Durham. One drollity: the way I say certain words - drawer and aunt for example- the first of which gets me teased even by my sons - turns out to be the English pronouncations. Ha!