Christmas in England (Part 1)

Some of my family were able to go to England for Christmas this year. It was a new experience being there in the winter, because usually we visit in the summer or springtime. We had a good trip there and were able to see some of Mum's childhood school-friends and spend time with our Grandma, cousins, uncle and aunt.

Views from the plane on the 9 hour flight from Houston, TX to Heathrow, England.

(photo credit for these two pictures: Sarah)

In Grandma's livingroom

(all other photos credit: Elizabeth)

How is there green grass in December? I guess because of all the rain. In Oklahoma we had dry, brown grass.

Flowers still blooming in December! At my Uncle's home in the countryside.

Christmas lights in Devon, England.

Rainbow after a shower of rain.

Grandma's front garden.

Dartmoor National Park. We saw some snow there, a rare occurrence in the south of England.

I saw this after a nice walk in Grandma's neighborhood.

Feather resting on red berries.

It was about the same temperature as in Oklahoma this time of year, except for the rain.

Grandma with some of her grandchildren.

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Stonehenge My dad and I went along with a tour group from the US to learn more about the history of Operation Tiger. We got to meet two American veterans who also came to England. I learned the history of Operation Tiger which I had not been aware of before. This year is the 70th Anniversary of Operation Tiger. They had a big ceremony at Slapton Sands near a tank that was recovered after the war. Exercise Tiger , or Operation Tiger , was the code name for one in a series of large-scale rehearsals for the D-Day invasion of Normandy , which took place on Slapton Sands or Slapton Beach in Devon . (In late 1943) Coordination and communication problems resulted in friendly fire deaths during the exercise, and an Allied convoy positioning itself for the landing was attacked by E-boats of the German Kriegsmarine , resulting in the deaths of 946 American servicemen. [1] [2] [3] The incident was under the strictest secrecy at the time due to the impending invasion,

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