Lacock was a Bumpy Ride..but So Worth It!
- Margaret Raabe
- Dec 30, 2017
- 3 min read
Today we took a "half day" excursion to Lacock [lay-cock], United Kingdom. Our professor told us last night to have eaten and be ready in the lobby at 8:15, as so we were. There was only one problem...the coach was not. After waiting 15 minutes or so, we found out from one of our group leaders that the shuttle had gone to the wrong CCSA location and wouldn't arrive until 9:10. Well, 9:15 rolls around and the shuttle driver arrives. My photography class loads onto the bus and the rain and we are off!
Or are we?
Not even 5 minutes in, the bus driver asks my professor if we can stop for gas "since he went to the wrong location, he needs some now" (the wrong location was less than 15 minutes away). So we stop for gas and get going. The ride to Lacock was two hours away and I am pretty sure we all fell sleep at least once. The combination of the rain, early mornings and the vibrating bus put all of us to sleep.
That was until...the driver slammed on the breaks to avoid rear ending someone and scared everyone awake. Unfortunately, I was facing backwards and fast sleep. The rest of the ride was quite an interesting one. We made a full 360 degree lap around a round about, 15 minutes out the driver asked were we were going, he didn't know where to go once we got to Lacock so he stopped in the middle of the street to figure it out.
Once we got there, we walk into the Fox Talbot Museam to meet our tour guide named Roger. Roger was a great tour guide and come to find out he is from Tennessee and came to Lacock on a one year contract and fell in love and decided not to leave. He actually knew my old photography professor at Bellarmine, Laura Hartford (who had a display upstairs)!
He walked us through the history of Fox Talbot (creator of photography) and then on the Lacock Abbey, which words cannot describe so here are some better descriptors:
What is even better about this amazing place (if you can believe it) was the adorable town that surrounded the place.
I fell in love. This little town surrounded by such beautiful farm land and amazing houses, it is my dream. I would live here in a blink.
When we had to leave I hated it, but we left (not without a souvenir though). We headed back to London, all joking about the driver and the rough ride ahead. About a dozen sharp turns and gas/break slams later, we got back to the city. As we approached rush our traffic, we all began to talk about the wild driver. As we whipped around with air conditioning blasting (he couldn't figure out the heat), we approached Harrods which was more crowded then I had seen so far. We inched along for what seemed like forever, our bodies whipping back and fourth, until we returned to the hotel. But not without a lap around the building! Why? We don't know, we just wanted off.
Once we got back in the hotel, we got on our computers to download the pictures, post and write an article for our class and relax a little. Once we got our work done, Amelia and I went to a cute little Italian restaurant down the street called Prezzo for dinner. It was a cute little shop, where the waiter poured my coke into a class from a glass bottle, and Amelia's water into her glass and then left both bottles on the table making a point to face the labels to us.
After dinner, we grabbed a couple bottle of wine from the store across the street and headed up to Erin and her roommates room to have wine and play Phase 10. We had a fun night of wine, Phase 10 and Harry Potter.
Now in bed, I bid you adieu and can't wait to tell you all about our full day trip to Bath tomorrow!
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