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The harbor in Soufrière, St. Lucia on Christmas Eve

I saw this bizarre looking boat after we left Virgin Gorda and did some Googling. It’s Black Pearl, the largest sailing yacht in the world, owned by some Russian billionaire.

A Christmas Eve toast from Jim

We are not normally “cruise people,” but we decided to take a Christmas break this year on a week-long Caribbean cruise. How did that come about? To begin with, the Internet marketing gods determined that I was a good target for ads from the Ritz-Carlton Yacht Collection. Clicking on one of those ads certainly didn’t help matters, so they kept coming, and I found myself intrigued by the product.

This is a cruise line targeting a very different audience from other lines. The “yacht” holds hundreds rather than thousands of people, and it feels like a luxurious hotel — one that happens to be on the water. It is like being at a really nice resort. The food is great, the service is top-notch, and the room is ultra-comfortable. We’ve been meeting lots of interesting people, and they all seem to be having a great time. Many profess to also be “non-cruise people.” And some are downright addicted to this company.

One of the reasons we don’t normally do cruises is that we are travelers who want to do justice to the places we visit. We’re not normally content to drop into a place for half a day. We want to stay in places, get to know them, meet local people, enjoy the cuisine. But these Caribbean islands are places we’ve already been to or wouldn’t likely get to otherwise. So we’re pretty happy to enjoy the “resort” and pop off to a nice beach each day.

Our cruise was launched from San Juan, Puerto Rico, where we spent a couple days before boarding the yacht Ilma. So far we’ve made stops in Virgin Gorda (British Virgin Islands), Antigua (Antigua and Barbuda), and St. Lucia. Today we are anchored in Guadeloupe for Christmas. Our next two stops are in St. Barthélemy and St. John (U.S. Virgin Islands). Then back to Puerto Rico to catch a flight home. Meanwhile, Merry Christmas!

We spent a couple days in San Juan, Puerto Rico before boarding the cruise

Jim was on the beach in San Juan when storm clouds moved in out of nowhere. I was at the gym and was shocked to look out the window and see torrential rainfall…

…and minutes later it was all back to beautiful sunshine

Pool time aboard Ilma

The Baths in Virgin Gorda in the British Virgin Islands

Swimming in The Baths

Climbing through the caves of Virgin Gorda

The spot in the caves known as The Cathedral

In The Cathedral

The stunning Dickenson Bay Beach in Antigua

A tiki bar off the beach at Dickenson Bay

Our “yacht” Ilma anchored in the harbor in St. Lucia

Some beach time in St. Lucia

We spent Christmas Day anchored near the lovely Îles des Saintes in Guadeloupe

Estelle Manor in Oxfordshire

For our last stop on our UK summer adventure, we took a taxi just a half hour from Oxford to stay at Estelle Manor, an imposing manorial hotel in Oxfordshire and a destination unto itself.

When I booked hotels for this trip I chose Estelle Manor based on a stellar rating in the UK newspaper The Telegraph, whose reviews I use a lot for trip planning around the world. In fact this is one of just two hotels in the UK to be awarded a perfect 10 by that paper. So for our final stop I decided to splurge on a nice suite here.

Strangely I must not have cross-checked TripAdvisor reviews at that time, which I virtually always do. (I research hotels a lot and like to process lots of opinions.) A few weeks ago I did pay a visit to TripAdvisor, and the reviews of Estelle Manor were horrible. So many reviews trashed the place, their sleazy business practices, the chaotic check-in, the dirty rooms, the bad food, and the terrible service. One reviewer went on and on about how disgusting and filthy the gym was.

How could the Telegraph assessment be so wildly different from everyone else’s opinion? I dreaded ending our trip at this expensive, crappy place. And my reservation was non-refundable. How did I screw this up so badly?

We arrived and approached the check-in process with dread. But it wasn’t as chaotic as a lot of reviewers said. In fact, Svetlana was super gracious and informed us that they’d upgraded us to the best suite in the hotel. The room was truly spectacular. The restaurants — one British/French, one Chinese, one Japanese — were incredible. The public spaces were stunning, buzzy, and stylish. The service was perfection. And the gym was one of the best hotel gyms we’d ever encountered.

What on earth happened? The best I can guess is that somebody (A competitor? A disgruntled customer or employee?) orchestrated an on-line attack on this place. Cuz it’s one of the best hotels we’ve ever been to. Worth a splurge. A perfect finale for our UK summer.

One of the buzzy, beautiful lounges at Estelle Manor

Our incredible room at Estelle Manor

Sunday roast

Beautiful sashimi at the Japanese restaurant

We did tear ourselves away from Estelle Manor for a morning visit to Blenheim Palace, the home of the Dukes of Marlborough and the birthplace of Winston Churchill. I was there in 1992 with my parents and fondly remember having a great tour. Sometimes great memories can’t be relived. This time Blenheim had a lot of disruptive renovation going on. And It was very crowded, in no small part because a huge auto show was taking place on the grounds. Less than perfect, but still kind of an amazing place.

Blenheim Palace, possibly the most audacious home in Britain

Winston Churchill was a man of many talents. This is the room where he was born, decorated with his own paintings.

Exploring the gardens of Blenheim

Britain’s biggest auto show was also taking place at Blenheim

There were thousands of fancy cars here

Winston Churchill himself!

So now we head home. We booked this trip to escape the heat and humidity of a New York summer, and we did so quite successfully. The temperatures rarely exceeded 70°F (21°C). We didn’t get any beach weather, but we didn’t bake either. We had plenty of mist and gloom, enough to be atmospheric. But we hardly ever had enough rain to stop us from doing anything. Not bad! So now we go home for the fall season we love in NYC. See you there!

You probably can’t tell from the picture, but just as we arrived at Heathrow airport for our flight home some of the nastiest, windiest, rainiest weather of the whole trip moved in

Does it get more iconic than this?

From Devon we took three trains to get to Winchester, where we camped out for three days to do an extra deep dive into English history. Why Winchester? As the first capital of England this town is truly packed with early English history. It also happens to be less than an hour by car from Stonehenge. And it’s even closer to the great cathedral city of Salisbury, and I’m a sucker for a great English cathedral town.

Now first let’s talk about Stonehenge. We sort of felt we couldn’t do a nine-week survey of Great Britain and NOT see Stonehenge. If we didn’t go now, when would we? It almost felt like an obligation more than something I was excited about doing, especially since the public transportation options were sort of messy. I imagined some placed so packed with tourists you could hardly get a decent picture. I proposed not going at all, but Jim insisted we should do it while we were so close. So I arranged to get a driver for the day to take us to Stonehenge in the morning, and then to Salisbury for lunch and a cathedral visit.

This place is truly stunning

Stonehenge is 2 km from the visitor center where you start your visit. You then take a shuttle or a 30-minute walk to get to it. But if you drive into the area from the east, as we had done, you drive surprisingly close to it, giving you a sneak preview which we weren’t expecting at all. All of a sudden, there it was, right in front of our car, one of the most iconic sights on the globe before any tourists had even arrived. We couldn’t believe how cool it was!

This ancient site pre-dates “English” history by a very long time. The first monuments were built here around 5000 BC, and the present stones went up around 2500 BC. These were Neolithic farming people living in the Salisbury plain, who somehow organized a massive communal effort to build this. The largest stones, made of a hard sandstone called sarsen, weigh 25 tons each. They were hauled here from 20 miles away. Smaller stones on the inner circle are called bluestones, and they weigh only 2 to 5 tons each — but they were somehow transported here from western Wales over 150 miles away.

Nobody entirely understands why Stonehenge was built, though it certainly served as a burial site and a place of worship of some sort. It had astronomical and calendar functions. People probably believed the stones had special healing powers. And today it serves as a truly moving connection to our ancient past. We are very happy we went to see it!

This was really a magical visit

Couldn’t stop taking pictures

These sheep seemed pretty oblivious to the fact that they could just look up at Stonehenge anytime they want to

Our day trip to Stonehenge was paired with a lunchtime visit to Salisbury and its incredible Gothic cathedral. As you may have noticed in these pages, every cathedral in the country seems to have some claim of “biggest,” “tallest,” or “longest.” Salisbury’s claim is obvious from the moment you first catch sight of its massive steeple — the tallest in England. The cathedral was mostly built between 1220 and 1258, though the incredible tower took until 1330 to complete.

An entrance to the town of Salisbury

This towering spire of Salisbury Cathedral really grabs your attention. The clouds seemed to be competing for drama.

The nave of Salisbury Cathedral reflected in the baptismal font

Windows in Salisbury Cathedral

The cathedral facade

Only four original copies of Magna Carta from 1215 exist. We saw one earlier in Lincoln, but this one in Salisbury is the best preserved.

Look who I ran into in Salisbury

Now on to Winchester, which plays a huge role in early English history. In the 7th century AD it became the royal and ecclesiastical center of the kingdom of Wessex, one of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms competing for power in Great Britain. In the 9th century King Alfred the Great made it the principal royal city of his growing kingdom. And in the 10th and 11th centuries it emerged as the capital of a unified kingdom as King Æthelstan and his successors consolidated power over all of England.

This statue of Alfred the Great, considered the first true king of England, was built in 1901 to commemorate the 1000th anniversary of his death

Winchester remained the capital of England even after the Danes invaded and took control between 1016 and 1035. Only after England fell in 1066 to the Norman invader, William the Conqueror, did the capital functions gradually begin moving to London. By the mid-12th century that process was mostly complete, though Winchester remained symbolically important for centuries.

This history made Winchester Cathedral an especially fascinating place to visit. Many of the kings of Wessex were buried in an earlier cathedral, then moved to this “new” cathedral in the 11th century. They bear legendary names like King Egbert of Wessex, King Æthelwulf of Wessex, King Alfred the Great, and King Canute the Great (the Danish invader). They also included King William II “Rufus,” the unpopular son of William the Conqueror, who died in an “accident” while hunting with nobles. His younger brother conveniently appeared quickly at Winchester to seize the treasury and the throne as Henry I.

In the 1500s the very rich and powerful Bishop of Winchester, Richard Fox, did some reconstruction at the cathedral. In the process he moved the royal bones into lovely painted “mortuary boxes” and put them on display above the choir. These became known as Fox’s Boxes. During the English Civil War in the 1640s, radical parliamentary supporters tore the boxes opened and scattered the bones. They were subsequently recovered and returned to the boxes without any knowledge of who was who. In recent years, scientists have used advanced procedures to begin to reassemble and identify the remains, so that they may one day be returned to their proper places in Fox’s Boxes.

I was fascinated by these stories and by a video in the cathedral about that forensic research. This and so many other stories made Winchester and its cathedral really come alive.

The 11th century Winchester Cathedral, jam-packed with early English history

One of the fascinating mortuary boxes containing the bones of early kings of Wessex and England

Fox’s Boxes line a railing above the choir area of Winchester Cathedral

Winchester Cathedral claims to have the longest Gothic nave in the world — and the oldest intact wooden choir

Writer Jane Austen’s grave in the cathedral

Strolling along Winchester’s lovely River Itchen

Dining at Chesil Rectory, a wonderful restaurant in the oldest house in Winchester, built by a local merchant around 1450. In 1554, Queen Mary I (“Bloody Mary”) married the future King Philip II of Spain in Winchester Cathedral. The lavish ceremony nearly bankrupted the town, so Mary kindly gifted this house to the local convent.