Dover

Yes, we went to Dover and saw the "white cliffs". And even a castle.

Katie, Paige, Me, Jacki

Union Jack!

Kourtney, Spence, Jacki, Katie, Me, Paige

View from the top of the castle

The "dank" (as Hannah calls it) Westbus: we took this bus everywhere, around England, and even up to Scotland.  It was a little crowded to say the least, but it definitely had good windows to watch outside England.

Okay, we seriously took so many pictures in Dover and at the castle and stuff that I was sick of pictures by the end.  haha.  We wanted to go to the maritime war tunnels, but they were too overbooked, so instead, we took lots of pictures at the castle (which was still cool anyway).  This kinda looks like a Prom picture, and I don't know if I didn't know this was coming or not (look at my face!)

I didn't know Stephen took this pic and I'm making a weird face.  Yay.  (We're on the top of the castle)

This is what exit signs in the UK look like.  It kinda looks like the man is dancing.

Stephen, Jacki, and Katie attempting to dance like the Exit-sign man

Yes, my head really did touch the top of this doorway!

Jacki and Me! (and Katie's head squished in between us)

After our time at the castle was over, the whole group headed down to the beach.  It was not made up of sand, but really smooth rocks instead.  I took one for a souvenir that is white and blue and looks like a heart.  Pretty cool.  Also- I don't know if you can really tell from this picture but we could totally see the coast of France!

Me and Paige

It was really pretty

White cliffs

"Red" Dave going for a swim in the freezing cold water, and definitely without a swimsuit (don't worry... he did have jeans on)

"Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Upon the straits; on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

Only, from the long line of spray

Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,

Listen! you hear the grating roar

Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

At their return, up the high strand,

Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring

The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago

Heard it on the Agaean, and it brought

Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

Of human misery; we

Find also in the sound a thought,

Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

But now I only hear

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another!  for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.