To resurrect an old sports metaphor, my experiences were so excellent (with perfect landings) that even the Russian judge was obliged to hold up “10.”
Much of this accrues to the fact my wife and I were walking and not indebted to a car to get around: consequently, time wasn’t as important as we think it is when we’re in a motorized hurry. Or, rather, it wasn’t as noticeable. Each day we had some place to be (a bed and breakfast or pub) but the clock didn’t loom above us: we’d eventually get there, all in good time.
Yes, for us it was the best of times and while I’ll write more about the trip in the days to come, for now let me say simply Thank You, England.