No, I didn't rent a Mini, that would have been cool. Cheapest thing available was a Vauxhall Astra with a manual transmission which I prefer. The UK is right-hand drive. This trip I only smacked my hand hard on the right door one time reaching for the shifter which is over there on the left, gotcha. On previous trips I did that about a dozen times. But I still walked up to the passenger side ready to drive and realised (realized) the steering wheel was on the starboard side... did that several times and hope nobody saw that. Duh.
Nothing compared to the
epic road trip Laurie took last year, but the Avis receipt said I added 965 miles to their hardware in 3 days. At least 500 of those miles were on neat little scenic roads.
I'm in a band for fun
called Free Beer, electric violin, the guy who built mine has a shop 4 hours north of London. I have a new 4-string and an older 5-string and noticed the electronics have improved. So I shipped my 5-string back to
Ted Brewer Violins a month ago, he updated the electronics and I went to pick it up - but mainly eager to meet the maker and see Ted's shop.



Time to drive to The West. I like British terminology. According to road signs you don't head west, you motor to The West on a Dual Carriageway. That leads to smaller and narrower roads and even narrower twisty roads through picturesque stone villages. Some village roads are crazy skinny compared to the US - window sills on some homes almost need bumpers - but I've seen similar in Japan and other places that have been around awhile.
Arrived in a teeny tiny village in Wales and met Sara and her wife. I certainly wasn't expecting this but they insisted I stay, and what an incredibly warm and wonderful experience. Sara's wife made a really great dinner. I feel bad for arriving a half hour late - bit of traffic around Birmingham and I'm too cheap to pay for express toll roads if a slower free road is nearby.


After buying their home they were fixing up the back yard and found two very old metal signs in the mud. Those are on the kitchen wall - one of the signs can be seen in a 100 year old photo in front of the same house.

Sara built those radio controlled off-road 4x4s by hand, fabricated from scratch - fully functional door latches, incredible detail. After dinner Sara and I talked for hours and hours. Their cat yawned at me and wandered off.


Next morning was near freezing - light snow on the hills, intermittent rain. Time to explore, short hike across hills and muddy fields. Which of course means I should wear white pants and designer boots.
Beautiful old stone church at edge of the village, it's always unlocked and nobody disturbs the interior. Then we drove through postcard-type scenery like something from the movies except it's nonstop and real. Down a one-lane road, parked, wooden bridge over a river.

And then a hike across muddy fields and a hill leading to an ancient church. The church fell into disrepair a couple hundred years ago and was then restored in the late 1800s, now sits there quietly with no roads or trails leading to it. It's in the middle of this photo.

I really did not want to leave... but had to say goodbye and head back towards the city. I have been to Wales before but never this way. Wales has a special attachment for me, I am half Japanese and half Welsh - I've spent quite a bit of time in Japan but not Wales. And Sara, you are so precious.
Enjoyed the drive back, 7pm dinner with Megan in the town of Hitchin, Hertfordshire - an hour north of London. I really enjoyed the time and conversation with Megan. We started HRT around the same time. I can't believe how fast dinner went - we kept talking until the restaurant started to thin out.

Next afternoon, dinner with Davina in The Midlands. What a feast! Davina is one heck of a chef. And lives in a very scenic town - once again I really wish I had more time. After dinner we traded car stories, Davina literally built her hot rod from scratch and races it. I've never done anything like that but I am a bit of a gearhead, I have rebuilt my own engines, transmissions etc. When I was 18 I stuffed a Ford V8 drivetrain into my 1978 Toyota pickup (no kits were available - required fabricating everything and a heavy sledge hammer). Unlike me, Davina does that the correct way.
After dinner we went for a walk in an incredibly scenic town. Talked about fast cars, cooking, clothing, ya know - regular girl stuff.


Well there's a quick 3 day road trip. Wish I had more time...
Kendra