A few weeks ago my dad turned 70 and my brother and I invited him and my mum over to England for a long weekend. My parents had been to England before but never in the West Midlands. Same for my brother and his girlfriend. After I had ensured that we had quintessential English weather I rented a car with automatic (makes the driving on the wrong side of the road slightly less terrifying), enlisted Marco as my tour guide and took them all out for some castles, staring at Shakespeare houses, curries, cream tea and steam railway riding.
I think it’s fair to say they all had a wonderful time. Now they are threatening to come back really soon and I’ll have to think of more English activities.