The
Big Road Trip moves on. We visited this state on our first trip to America and it hold some of the happiest memories. Remember this?
Well we found they really are blue.
Our destination for the evening was supposed to be the town of
Roanoke but we stopped in for a coffee, at the
Peaks of Otter Lodge , we oouldn't resist the ice cream and ended up staying the night We had a wonderful meal and stopped up late talking to some of the people who lived locally but came up to the hills for the weekend.
On the way down, and quite be accident we came across the Pat Buckley Moss Museum, I fell in love with her people and her snowy landscapes.
We were allowed to take photographs in the gallery but this may not be the case, I will remove if it breaches copyright. You can see many other paintings
here (Google Images)
I bought an embroidery kit and this has hung in my living room ever since.
We returned to Virginia on the last full day of our trip and spent it in
Colonial Williamsburg. What a fascinating day that was, a real step back in time, we watched a house being built with only the tools that would have been available in the 18th century and of course we voted againt Independance. My most abiding memory is the sound of a pipe and drum band fading away into the evening, a poignant ending to what had been a wonderful trip. It still brings a tear.
Thank you Marit for evoking some really wonderful memories. Here is something I made a while back but I realise now where I, probably, found the inspiration.