There are any number of reasons why I love this place, and you guys are prime examples. 
From the looks of things, I might be better off figuring out how my “places to go” clump, finding several central points to stay in, and doing buses or something out of them each day. Maybe I should do a zig-zag up the spine of the island? Obviously, I need to spend a bit of time with maps and a good tour guide book. Off to the bookstore! Not that I need an excuse. 
I’ve booked a flight with Virgin Atlantic into Heathrow on the 14th of May; they tell me I get a nice little bag with things like a toothbrush and paste in it, so that’s one less thing I have to buy there.
From there I’ll probably tube to London and a place to stay for the next few days. Brackley is, I think, a day trip from there, as would be Caimbridge and maybe even Oxford (different days, obviously). Then a swing down to Cornwall for a day or two, then another up towards Sutton Hoo and Dover (are they near each other? gonna have to check the map!), then across to Wales, passing through Stonehenge on the way, and up to Scotland, and come back down through York, Salisbury, and anything else I can think of, winding up back in London.
Now to get the passport and some shoes made–I’d like to do a bit of walking, and while the shoes I have are okay for short walks I’d hate to do long ones in them. (I’ve a small foot with high arches, which makes finding a shoe that fits properly difficult.)
If at all possible, I’d like to meet each and every one of you (don’t want much, do I?). I’m not much for beer, but I’ll happily drink soda while you have your pints. My e-mail is in my profile, so anyone who wants to get in more direct contact with me, can.
Oooo! There are places where I can get access to the 'net, right? I’m not planning on bringing my laptop; it’s OLD, it’s heavy, and I don’t want to have to reconfigure it at every hotel or bed & breakfast that might offer access from rooms.
BTW, Rayne Man, thanks for the corrections :o --I knew I was forgetting something, and obviously it was looking up geographic info. I’ve always been bad at geography. Isn’t there a Doper on the Isle of Man?
I can’t believe I’m doing this. On the one hand, I’m like a 6-year-old right before Christmas with joy and anticipation. On the other hand–I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, and this is the first time in my life that I’m flying overseas by myself. Books. Need to bring books. And ship them back parcel post, yes. . . .
Sorry. Dithering. Also bouncing with glee. Oh, man, oh, man.