The Youth Hostel was fabulous - they had warned us by email that it was "primitive" which meant that the bathrooms were downstairs from the dorm rooms. That didn't bother us, and the rest was magnificent. It was a very old grain mill made of brick, that was very well kept and still in good working order. The beams were ancient, and we could walk underneath the mill and see the waterwheel and the river rushing by.

We took a nice long walk around town, and by the Winchester Cathedral, whose bells tolled the entire time, until dusk. It's a beautiful town with a lot of character, and really well-kept. The river runs through it, with ancient quaint little bridges. We walked around the cathedral, by gardens and old walls, incredibly old and beautiful buildings, along the river, and without planning it, ended up at the bridge by our Hostel just at dusk.

We went into the pub on the corner there and sat out on the patio enjoying a glass of wine, and being amazed that we were really here, that this adventure had really begun. It seemed so long ago that we first spoke of the idea - and we were really here!! It was really hard to believe. We also raised our glasses to my husband, John, for his complete and total support in our going on this adventure - he's made it such a pleasure!

We were up really early to explore Winchester some more. We thought we'd find some coffee, but although there were people out cleaning and polishing the entire town, there was no place open early. We packed up car and then headed out towards Stonehenge. It was a beautiful drive, through small roads, tiny one-lane roads covered entirely with trees like long tunnels, through villages of pretty cottages covered with thatched roofs.