Tolmer

This is great. It's 10:20 PM at camp Tolmar, just north of London and I have WiFI. I got to start a couple of hours ago, uploading photos ( 15 minutes to upload four) then take photos of most of our performance.

This was our biggest crowd and I estimated it was 1,100 plus. I counted several areas of the crowd and did some Texas wind gage guessing plus very technical logical
analysis, then threw some dirt up to the wind and came up with 1,100 plus.

Yesterday we drove to Studland Beach, rode the ferry to Poole, and rode another ferry to Brownsea Island.

Persently twenty-eight people live on the island and most work for the Natioal Foundation or the company that owns the small castle.

We went to church at St. Mary's church. What a great experience. It was a service that I'll always remember and appreciate.

Our day included a short walk down to the area of the first campsite.

Baden Powell started Boy Scouts here. Another step into history for us. This tour has allowed us to walk where history was made and lives. Not just a couple of years, decades, or hundreds of years, but thousands the of years.

Thousands of years. Think about that. It blows my mind.

Two scouters talked to us, one about Baden Powell and the other about sea scouts in England.

Charles talks about Tony White Cloud giving the greatest gift, to a young scout many years ago, that we have to give. Time.

As if in reverse we're being given that gift of time, historical time, not only by the two scouters but by this tour. We are being given the gift of historial time awareness and influence.


We had another wonderful meal, at Mount Tamar School, thanks to host Paula Memory and
her helpers. Those in attendance gave back as much appreciation for our performance as we gave them in doing our best.

Sleep was a welcome friend. The men/boys/adult folks had the dinning room floor while the ladies/girls/women had a building next door.

Showers were welcomed, well the one shower for each group, was welcomed. But when you're on the run, ecxcuse me, the road, like we are any shower is a luxury.

Up and at it at 6:45 AM, mis'cue as the women were told 6 AM, breakfeast, load the coach, head count and away we go.

Our stop was Stonehenge. You know you can hear about something and read about it you think you know something about it. In this case that's the case. This is a "you have to see it to really see and or know it."

You look at the landscape and find yourself asking: How did they get these huge stone here, from where, why, what does it mean and how long did it take? The whole thing is unbelievable and at the same time poetic in its beauty.

Was that their object? A piece of artwork! Either way, for what ever reason, that's what it is. Art.
































Signs, I love all the signs over here. I've uploaded a few. They are so funny to me.
As we drive along, I try to keep my camera close by, just to sneak up on another sign as we zoom by. Not an easy trick.

A funny comment from Charles today referring to the weather: They use to have a ground hog day over here, but they were all the same, so they forgot it.