On this day, I awoke and began to get ready to go to the train station with Thomas’ family. Once at the station, I waited a bit for my train, and found that it was a very small one with only two compartments to it, and it took me to Nuneaton, which lasted as a train ride a little over two hours. After that, I got on a train to Crewe (apparently a big hub for trains in this country) and that lasted not very long... but the difficulty there was, the train was so crowded that I could only find room to stand at the end of the car. After a little over a 40 minute wait, I got off at another station and then switched to get onto the train to Warrington Bank Quay. In that train I also had to sit in the end of the car, but I met a nice young couple from Liverpool who were on their way there. After about 30 minutes on this (possibly less), I got off, and I noticed this nice looking couple with white hair holding a sign that said HOST on it. I believed this was Roy and Kate. I met them, and they introduced themselves... to my slight surprise I learned that Roy was Scottish (from Western Scotland near Glasgow) and Kate was from Belfast, but they were very pleasant and I was quite happy to meet them all the same. We got in the car and the drove me around Warrington a bit, and then to a good place where I could overlook the city with them.
We also stopped by in this old church they had in the city, where there were still bombardment marks from the canons used during the English civil war 400 years ago. It was a great big church with a massive steeple (third largest in the UK or so I’m told). The name of the church was St. Elphin (I think) and it is the only known church of this name in England as well. It was huge, and very impressive, as it was a very old church with history back to 600 AD, (nearly Roman times mind you, and long before the universal Christianisation of England). We finally headed off to Stockton Heath, a very nice place from what I made out of it. Their house was Victorian (or Edwardian) and quite large. We sat in the kitchen and Kate served a nice stew, which I was happy to eat. We talked a good deal about a good many things, including shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. But in truth, we spoke a lot about language idioms around the English speaking world which just fascinated me, as I suppose it would being the linguist I am. We also talked a lot about British and American culture and a whole passel of other things too. It was quite a pleasant and uneventful evening, which added all the more charm to it and I was happy to be there. Eventually we watched some television and discovered that a famous English footballer (Northern Irish technically) named George Best died that night, this was covered in great length. After this, I bade them adieu for the night, and went to my room, which was gigantic, and had a sink in it. It was quite the charming house and seemed enormous to my constricted London eyes. I watched a bit of the Ali G show on my lap top, meant to write a journal entry but did not find myself doing so and eventually went to sleep.