Croquet

We learned to play croquet yesterday afternoon, a game that turns close friends into bitter enemies. It went by quickly at first, but then we all ended up at the final wicket trying to knock each other's ball to the other end of the field instead of focusing on making the winning shot. Wilton was forced to declare us all losers after no one was able to get through the wicket. We spent the rest of the day relaxing. No long tours. Got dinner at Taylor's, an affordable and tasty deli right down the street and hung out on the lawn before knocking over to the Royal Oak, Somerville's local watering hole, for drinks. It's cooled off this morning and it's been raining a bit. Finally feels like England. Today's our garden party, but I have doubts we'll survive the rain, so we shall see. We'll be heading to Dover and Canterbury on Saturday. Sunday we'll hit London, I think.