Sceptered Isle: To Be a Traveler and Not a Tourist
This is a theme that I have periodically addressed with our loyal British Heritage Travel readers over the years. The start of another travel season is a good time to remind myself. I have been a traveler and visitor in Great Britain regularly since 1980, but I ceased to be a tourist back about 1983. You see them by the droves— perhaps riding on coaches, headlong from destination to destination, largely oblivious to their surroundings, unless it is to comment on the dearth of ice in hotels or beverages. My first few trips to Britain I went to see things and places—with a duffle bag, Britrail pass and a new Ph.D. in British Literature. I carefully plotted an itinerary that would take me to many of the literary sites profiled in this issue—Cornwall to Canterbury, Dorchester to Edinburgh. I was on a strict timetable. Of course, when we are traveling, things don't always go as planned. Here I missed a train; there I got on the wrong train by mistake. This site was not open on Tuesday; that local bus couldn't get me to another.