Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Category Archives: England
There’s Something New opening in Oxford this weekend. I’d (almost) brave the return journey just to be there. My friend Katie Coston and her husband Micah are opening Illyria Pottery in Jericho. Oxford, as I’ve said before, is an intriguing … Continue reading
Punting is a tradition in Oxford and Cambridge. I’ve been longing to try it since my first (of many!) readings of Dorothy Sayers’s Gaudy Night. When we first moved to Oxford at the end of the summer in 2010, I was … Continue reading
On Saturday morning, we walked through Harrods, Europe’s largest (and most famous) department store. It has been around in some form since 1849, has 330 departments, and sees hundreds of thousands of visitors on a single day. Harrods has become … Continue reading
The London Eye on the Thames and our hotel in the County Hall. It’s like an enormous bicycle wheel. You step into a little pod (after spending six minutes on the side trying to extricate the baby from the pram … Continue reading
How is it taking me this long to post about London? The whole adventure was begun and finished in about thirty hours! But that’s the charm of getaways, isn’t it? You seem to fit more living into an ordinary hour … Continue reading
We walked to St. Paul’s through the city, arriving just in time for Evensong. At this point we’ve seen several of the structures designed by Christopher Wren, including Oxford’s own Sheldonian Theatre. This was my favorite. Its lavish interior was … Continue reading
Is it because I’m a teacher? Or because I married an academic? Both? Once in a while museums just get me. And the British Museum is like the mother of all museums. We enjoyed the walk through Bloomsbury in the … Continue reading
Our little man needed a passport this spring, requiring another visit to the United States Embassy in Grosvenor Square. That meant London. We had been secretly discussing how to manage a night away there when Alex’s mom and dad randomly … Continue reading
Our first view of the spectacular chapel at King’s College, Cambridge was from the other side of the River Cam and through the rain. We made our way to it through the city on Saturday afternoon. From the doorway, I … Continue reading