The girls spent most of today exploring Warwick castle where they watched a jousting tournament between King Henry the 3rd and a horde of barbarians (including Vlad the Impaler), saw the mighty trebuchet fired,were sneered at by the Victorian parlour maid who had to announce their presence at the Countess' weekend party, and congratulated by Henry the Eighth for not being French. After their efforts to pull the sword from the stone proved to be in vain they decided what they really needed was a nice strong cuppa so they retired to the magnificent Thomas Oken tearooms for proper cream tea. This included piping hot scones, clotted cream, and of course, tea! They stopped for groceries on the way home and had their first "fight" about the true nature of French toast which ended amongst some bewilderment in the super Market aisles. A quiet evening at Nan's was then called for to prepare our adventurers for their trip to Liverpool in the morrow. This was accomplished through watching Dirty Dancing and listening to Lauren lament her lack of hip movement.
cheers,
Tim
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