In my last post, I talked about Watership Down by Richard Adams. One of my England trips, with 24 students, was for my course, British Children’s Lit. The year previous, I was alone in England on my bicycle and pulled up to Richard Adams’ doorstep. When he answered my knock, I told him how much I liked the book, and he invited me in to have tea with him and his wife. We had a grand time and I asked him if I could bring my class to meet him. We did – and he actually climbed Watership Down (a big breadloaf-shaped chalk hill) with all of us. On that earlier visit, he told me to bike on down to Arundel and call on Rosemary Sutcliffe, a famous writer of British history for children. I did; she served me tea graciously, and the next year, served tea -– each cup and saucer beautiful and unique — to 24 students. When she died a few years back, her ceremony was at Westminster Abby and a disreputable bum sat in the back waving and singing. She would have loved it.