English Countryside Vacation 2017

Back in the fall of 2017 my husband and I did a 3-week trip to England, Paris, and Iceland. This is the summary of the first part of the trip through the English countryside.

Day 1-2

After landing at Heathrow and weaving our way through customs and immigration, we somehow managed to find the coach to Bath. After about a 2-hour ride, we finally arrived in Bath only to find the streets flooded with rugby fans (apparently their club is pretty good.) We hailed a taxi to take us the short distance to our Bed & Breakfast, Bath Paradise House, a lovely 17-century mansion with an expansive view. From them on we walked as it really was quite convenient. We spent 2 nights here to get over our jet lag and to tour some of the unique Roman architecture of this city, including the Roman Baths.

Roman Baths
view from Bath Paradise House garden

Day 3

We picked up a rental car at Europcar in Bath. Yes, it was our first time driving in England. We had made reservations months in advance, so we did get an automatic. Driving on the left side of the road was not that difficult. However, driving on the narrow shoulder-less roads next to many stone walls was a bit nerve-wracking. But somehow we managed!

Anyhow, we made our way to Glastonbury. Many tourists skip this town and go to Salisbury because it’s closer to Stonehenge. However, it’s worth the detour. We first stopped at Glastonbury Tor, a terraced hill with a tall roofless tower, with far-reaching views. Like the Glastonbury Abbey, it dates back to the 7th century. We then made our way to the Abbey in town, before heading toward Salisbury. As you can see Glastonbury and Salisbury architecture is very different, as the Salisbury Cathedral (the tallest spire in England) was built in the 13th century.

Glastonbury Tor
Glastonbury Abbey
Salisbury Cathedral

Our lodging for the night was Cricket Field House. It was on the outskirts of town and less than 15 minutes away from Stonehenge. It was a little less convenient to downtown Salisbury (for dinner) but we managed to find parking easily that night. Our plan was to make an early getaway in the morning and it turned out well in that respect.

Day 4

We arrived to Stonehenge early before the line was long and hoards of tourists were there. It was a little underwhelming but I’m still glad I went. My brother recommended Avebury, which is nearby, and we did enjoy our time there a bit more. The rock formations are not as large but the village is cute and we enjoyed exploring while we did a little bit of geocaching.


After a long day, we made our way to Oxford. Trying to decide where to stay here proved to be difficult. Oxford proper can be very congested and sometimes you have to park and walk to your hotel as parking is not allowed in the central tourist area. Not feeling comfortable doing that, we opted to stay a bit outside of town at the Westwood Hotel. We didn’t particularly like this place and deemed it a bad choice. There is not good dining nearby so we had to eat at the overpriced hotel dining room. Our room was rather shabby and lacked the charm of the Bed & Breakfasts we had stayed in.

Day 5

Fortunately, Oxford made up for our poor choice of hotel. We did a ton of walking and exploring Oxford University. We did first tour Oxford Castle and Prison and found that to be a waste of time and money. My advice is just head toward High Street and start walking and checking out the wonderful architecture here.

Oxford University

Our next destination on our whirlwind tour was the Cotswolds. Now, if you love quaint English towns, this is the place to go and you could easily spend a week here. We only spent one night but we did enjoy it. We stayed at the Charingworth Manor, which is more like an inn than a B&B. However, the accommodations were comfortable and the dining room was better the Westwood. We didn’t feel like driving into Chipping Campden on a dark windy road, so we were happy to have a good meal there.

Charingworth Manor, with the typical honey-colored stone of the Cotswolds. Our rental car is the blue Kia station wagon in the middle.

Day 6

Time to explore the Cotswolds! With only a day we barely scratched the surface but we did get to seee a lovely English garden at Hidcote. It is known for its linked “rooms” of hedges, rare trees, shrubs and herbaceous borders. Highly recommended!

Hidcote Gardens

Next stop was Broadway Tower. It affords lovely views of the Cotswolds (when it’s not raining!). It was built in the late 1700s in the Saxon style. A nice restaurant is on the grounds, so it made a good lunch stop. We spent the rest of the afternoon perusing High Street in Broadway. Then we headed toward our next stop, the Welcombe Hotel, in Stratford-upon-Avon. Honestly, I don’t remember too much about this place. Much like Oxford, I wanted a place away from the main tourist area of Stratford and this fit the bill. It’s more like a country club. But it served our needs.

Enjoying the views from Broadway Tower before the rains roll in

Day 7

If you’re big into Shakespeare, then Stratford-upon-Avon is the place for you. We aren’t but we did enjoy doing a walk next to the Avon and doing a little shopping downtown. We honestly didn’t have much time to spend here anyhow. We were scheduled to meet up with my cousin in his home in Hitchin, before heading to Cambridge.

Stratford-upon-Avon – yes, it has that Shakespearean look!

Day 8 & 9

We stayed 2 nights at the Cambridge Hotel on the River Cam. This used to be a Hilton property and I was able to book a free night. This was actually a great choice. Cambridge is definitely busy, so easy access and a car park was important. That said, even with navigation, we made a few wrong turns but eventually found our way there.

The next day we stepped outside our comfort zone and did a touristy activity tour – a “punting” ride along the River Cam. Punts are flat-bottomed boats that are propelled much like a gondola. Unfortunately, it was raining, but it was still quite enjoyable and the tour guides do give you a lot of historical information on the town and University. Of course, I still recommend walking the town a bit. It does have quite a different feel from Oxford.

Punting along the River Cam
Bridge of Sighs, St. John’s College, Cambridge University

Day 10

We said good-bye to our rental car, hopped on the train to London, and transferred to another train to Paris. I’ll be posting more about travels in the future! My European travels are temporarily on hold but I hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane.

Just like the deep, wide oceans, walls will not stop immigration

Pretty much one topic has been on everyone’s mind here in the US for the past month: the government shut-down and President Trump’s insistence on building on a wall. Whatever your feelings are on this situation, history shows that physical barriers, whether they be an ocean, a wall, a barren desert, or a tall mountain range, will not stop the flow of immigration.

My ancestors were no exception. A few years ago I discovered an absolutely wonderful genealogy research tool: ship logs. They opened my eyes to how much effort it took for my family to finally settle in the United States.

My great-grandparents, Edith and Alfred Eykelbosch, first immigrated to Australia from England with their four sons in 1910. Then, for reasons unknown, Edith and Alfred, and the two youngest boys took a ship back to England in 1913. The following year my great grandpa took a ship to Canada from Liverpool. My great-grandma and the two younger boys did not arrive until 1917. In the meantime, my grandpa Harold Eykelbosch and his brother Frank had immigrated to Canada. The family then moved to Portland, Oregon around 1918 (with the exception of  Frank, who fought and died in Belgium in WWI while serving for Canada.)

While I had known that my great-grandparents, grandparents (including my grandmother Marjorie, who grew up on the same street as my grandfather back in England), as well  as my great uncles, had immigrated to the United States by way of Canada, I did not realize that the six (not including Marjorie) had actually lived in Australia first. Imagine sailing back and forth across the oceans on less-than-luxurious steam ships like they did!

I never had a chance to meet my grandparents or great-grandparents. But knowing their stories as dug up from ship logs made me realize how many obstacles they had to overcome to make it here. Likewise, when I think of the people wanting to immigrate to the US from Mexico and Central America, I realize that even the threat of a wall will not stop them. When the desire is there, people will figure a way out.

This has been my post for week 2 of Amy Johnson Crow’s #52Ancestors challenge. The prompt this week was “challenge.”

2019 Goals – Jumpstarting the genealogy research

When I registered for this blog a few months ago, my intention was to have it serve as a travel blog. I still plan on doing that. But I tend to have too many projects on my plate at once. So right now my focus is getting back on track on genealogy research. I was motivated in part by Amy Johnson Crow’s #52Ancestors challenge. The prompt for this week is “first.”  Hmmm, what could I write about? The first thing to come to mind was the first name I was able to dig up on am ancestor in Australia, Arthur McAdam.

I had the pleasure of meeting my third cousin Stephen in England back in 2017. He’s done a ton of research, so I have lots of names from that branch of the family (mom’s paternal side.)  But I  had come to a dead end on her maternal side. I knew her mother (my grandmother) had passed away when she was young, but my mom had told me very little about 2 uncles.  With Stephen’s help we were able to confirm that one of my great uncles, Leslie, had passed away in WWI, like so many men his age had. But what about his brother Arthur?

As I was pondering this within the last year, I cam across an old photo of my great grandfather from Scotland posing with my mom as a young child. On the back she labeled it and indicated that he was on his way to Australia to visit her Uncle Arthur and her cousins. Bingo! I had a lead.

Since then I have done some more digging. It’s very exciting and I can confirm that I do have living relatives in Australia. I don’t know how much they know about us, but another picture I discovered revealed that my mom had met one of her cousins in 1995.  Sadly, her cousin passed away in 2017, but I still hope to make connections with my Aussie relatives in 2019.