So I experienced Him through both fellowship and glory, today, an embarrassment of riches I will treasure dearly.
I also visited Blenheim Palace, the birthplace of Winston Churchill. An astounding edifice! and I had a scone there. With jam. And (clotted) cream. To be brief, it was a cold scone, unimpressive. Enough said - at least for now.
Lastly, I had a coke at the Eagle and Child pub, where Lewis, Tolkein, and the other Inklings used to meet. It is just a great place and a great experience, being there. Incidentally, the only people there taking pictures and talking about Narnia were - can you guess? - Americans. Love them!
See you along the way!