Alix says:
We headed west of London to hang with Joe and Amie in Somerset for a few days. Laid back English countryside with it’s horses, rolling fields, ancient stone walls around everything, stained glass, pubs and pints, cider, churches, plaids and wellies, tiny cars zipping around the narrow country roads and everything’s proper.

Joe and Amie were some solid traveling pals of ours back in Australia. We met them while on a live-aboard dive boat in the Whitsundays and we continued to caravan together up the coast to Cairns. They had a kickass campervan! You should go check out those blog pics. Anyway, fucking rad people with positive and laxidaisicle energy and really, really good taste in music. So it was such a delight to see these wonderful, familiar faces and be on their territory. We spent a few nights with them in Amie’s parents big, stone country house. It was so British. I think I said every hour. And it was spring so everything was bright green and blossoming. It managed to stay sunny for 3 days too, which actually, is not so British.

We sped about in Joe’s little Puegeot stopping off at churches, cemeteries, pubs and just generally classic English countryside things. They were great tour guides and it was really superb company to be in. Grilled out in the backyard jamming to Joe’s playlists, fish n’ chips on the seaside, picnic on Tower Hill, Durdle Door formation on the coast, random stone drawing of a naked dude on a hill…among many other stuffs.

We introduced them to s’mores while camping in Oz and we did a follow up s’morsing when we grilled out. I was proud to see that informational exchange stuck and I urge fellow Americans to spread the s’mores word, because we are the only ones who know about it!

I also took a proper bath everyday. Not with bubbles and candles, but a proper cleansing bath taken in place of a shower. I honestly had never done that before, Amie had to instruct me, a shower wasn’t even an option. It was alright. I wondered what happened when you had to shave your legs