Georgia on my mind
When I was planning our trip it made me realise that you could traverse the whole of the US through songs. Almost everywhere seems to have been included in a tune at some time.
Savannah is (mostly) gorgeous. The old part is full of beautiful old houses, often built around squares, and the streets are lined with live oaks dripping with Spanish Moss. All very evocative. There are some carbuncles though - the Hyatt on the riverside is one - it needs demolishing. It is the worst sort of 'griege' Lego building stuck in the middle of wonderful, atmospheric, restored old warehouse buildings. A blot.
We have been surprised at what an attraction the LR is. Pop up campers are not unusual here and it certainly doesn't look big. People are twisting their heads off staring at it and whenever we stop we make new friends. One such was the rather fabulous L. Corporal Philip Green of the Garden City police service. We were at a gas station when he pulled over and I ended up chatting to him for ages. He was lovely and loved our vehicle. He was born in Jamaica and knew about Land Rovers from there. He gave me his card and told me to call, if we had any problems. Of course, that might not be too much use in Texas, but it was extremely kind of him.
Today we are going to 'Nashville, Nashville Tennessee'. Sing along please.
Savannah is (mostly) gorgeous. The old part is full of beautiful old houses, often built around squares, and the streets are lined with live oaks dripping with Spanish Moss. All very evocative. There are some carbuncles though - the Hyatt on the riverside is one - it needs demolishing. It is the worst sort of 'griege' Lego building stuck in the middle of wonderful, atmospheric, restored old warehouse buildings. A blot.
We have been surprised at what an attraction the LR is. Pop up campers are not unusual here and it certainly doesn't look big. People are twisting their heads off staring at it and whenever we stop we make new friends. One such was the rather fabulous L. Corporal Philip Green of the Garden City police service. We were at a gas station when he pulled over and I ended up chatting to him for ages. He was lovely and loved our vehicle. He was born in Jamaica and knew about Land Rovers from there. He gave me his card and told me to call, if we had any problems. Of course, that might not be too much use in Texas, but it was extremely kind of him.
Today we are going to 'Nashville, Nashville Tennessee'. Sing along please.
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