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A ae TO EUROFS Shen cra in the series. by Miss baat Launay,. England Having given up our jobs before the Ccrovation and stored our trunks in Residence, an Aussie Nurse, Joan, Kath and I left London June 5th to start an 63 week hitch hiking tour of Britain. In blue jeans plaid shirts heavy shoes and a 25 1b. shoulder pack sack, we were on our way. The morning was. grey and chilly and by the time we had walked 3 blecks with those sacks we were ready to go yack and dump half the contents, Once out of the city, near Kingston we tried out our thumbs (which by the way in the course of the trip grew several inches longer). Luck was with ug for the first car thumbed stopped. We had a difficult time packing ourselves in those little Prefects and Véuxhalls so found that most of our rides were with the lories 'trucks for Uanadians) . Passed misty Windsor Castle, and following the course of the Thames arrived in Oxford in.the late aeeere ON. 1 London we had joined the Youth Hostel dekaealae for $1.30 and stayed at the host- els in every country we visited. Two blank- ets a mattress and double bunk in a dormitory are supplied, while each member provides his owa sheet sleeping bag, pays 25¢ per night and does + an hours duties (usually sweeping or dishwashing) assigned by the Hostel Warren) In Oxfcrd, Mr, Menzies, Prime Minister of Australia was being publically welcomed by the city and later next afternoon who should I meet in one of the University Chapels but Mr, St. Laurent in morning dress discussing a stained glass window with 2 osher Canadians. I didn't bother disturbing hin to introduce myself, After visiting many of the University buildings scattered throughseut the town we travelled on north to Stsratford-Upon-Avon, the land of Shakespeare, - low stone cottages with thatched roofs ~ored with clinging roses and enclosed by a 2 hedge cow or low stone wall. Village after village, the quaintest you can imagine with nemes like Chipping Camden, Little Cenpton and Shipston on Storir, Stratford itsel?# is built chiefly of the Tudor style half-timbered houses of black and white with Low beamed ceilings and leaded windows. Of course we visited the homes of Shakespeare ani his family and Anne Hathaway's Cottage with its enleurful and beautiful garden, We were able to get tickets to the first night of 'The Taming of the Shrew" at the (cont, on next col.) Page 3 A TRIP TO EUROPE (cont.) . modern Shakespear: Memorial Theatre qver~. looking the Avon River, but did feel a little out of place in cotton dresses sitting between tuxes and evening gowns. An old Chureh of England vicar drove us (with hearts in cur mouths) 10 miles en to Warwick Castle built in 1400 and the pest kept of any castle we saw, It was a litteral mseum of armour and weapcns, including a helmet worn by Cromwell, Its rooms were richly furnished with elaborate candelabras, rich tapestries, am tables and cabinets inlaid with brass and Mother of Pearl. Nearby was Kennilworth, a red stone castle, low in ruins made Paious by Sir Yalter Scott. Continuing north we had a drive with Major Gibbons, a one time Canadian Mountie, to Conventry in the Midlends, The Cathedral. gutted by fire in 1940 has been kept as a memorial of the Blitz, Hero we created enough intersst t> have our pict- ures taken by the Birmingham Post. Of course we didn't leave Coventry withow... first seeing Lady Godiva, mounted in the central Square. ; Through Sorwood Forest and Novting- ham we errived in a neavy rain at Shiff- jeld (the knife and fork plece) sitting on wooden kegs of ale and stout}.in the back of a beer wagon. is didnt '+ seem so : ee if man. ugly dirty District of Derbyshire' in. ne lands covered with heather, bracken and : gorse, roaming wooly' sheep and. lanbs, small streams and cuckoos, the hostel" situated on a high wooded hill commanded a wide and beautiful view over the valley and surrounding hills. It was here under the guidance of my cousin Pat that we were introduced to English country pubs. the social centers of England, where ring toss and pusi-penny. automatically go aloi, with a glass of catmeal stout, At "the Secotsmans Pack", Pat wes congrat 'ulated oz his talent for b lowing the 4 foot huntin, horn which causes the blower to becoms extremely,red in the face, eyes bulge and ears wiggle before any thing more than a deep bass unmelodious growl can be produced. He did a good job hut it tock several ales to revive him, We remained there three days, walking an average of 8 miles a day over styles, through gateways, across the misty moors (cont. on page 4)