I arrived in the UK late on a Friday night, and strolled through customs not-knowing they are ADAMANT about knowing every little detail of your trip. The girl behind the checkout counter didn’t really take to my laid-back and casual attitude at first, and for a minute – it seemed like I might not be getting to visit the UK after-all.
I didn’t have my aunts address on hand, so I was given a little trouble about where I would be staying – in addition to her suspicion that I was planning on becoming a freelance photographer based out of the UK. Imagine that! (I think I might need some more sun…)
After getting in to meet my aunt & two twin cousins, we headed up to Aldwincle (their hometown) for the night. We went out to the town center (a 1/4 mile stretch of pubs, shops, and park benches) and grabbed a beer.
Everyone kept commenting about how bad the weather was, but I felt like it was really an “authentic” English experience.
Here are the shots of my family’s hometown of Aldwincle – awesome place!