After driving an hour into the Cotswolds this afternoon, Darlene and I found a room for two nights at the Seymour House in Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire. We had tea with scones, strawberry jam, and clotted cream at this tea room near the hotel. At the next table, a party of hikers was taking a break from walking the public pathways of the nearby countryside. Each had a telescoping walking stick and backpack. At the Seymour, we are in an attic room with old beams, pointy ceiling, and a phone line that trickles the internet to my Sony Vaio at the quaint speed of 14.4 Kpbs per second.

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