After our day visiting Avebury, Stonehenge, and Old Sarum, we headed north. With no definitive itinerary in mind, we decided to go into Oxford. We thought we could have dinner at the pub that J. R. R. Tolkien frequented called The Eagle and Child. A convenient parking space was available on the street, but the pay station only took cash which we didn't have. The kids and I sat in the car while Kelly asked about an ATM in the pub where he was directed to a another pub across the street. Cash in hand, he had to find a store to make change for the pay station - it only took exact change no less. Finally, we were ready to go to The Eagle and Child. When we got inside, we were told that kids aren't allowed after 7pm. It was only 6:30, but apparently that wasn't enough time for us to get food and get out. Regardless, we weren't welcome. I had heard that pubs in Great Britian were very family friendly, but perhaps not in college towns like Oxford. Our attempts to find lodging nearby went similarly. It seems that the affordable options get fully booked every weekend here. So, we ended up driving another 90 minutes to Birmingham where we were able to find accomodations without issue.
So ended our first full day of sightseeing in Great Britian.
(When pondering a name for this post, "The Eagle Eats Child" came to mind, but I decided against it.)