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... especially the ancient stone town hall.
The other night we were at the monthly 'Flicks in the Sticks' held there (Far from the Madding Crowd) and had another interesting encounter.
Chatting to the elderly couple behind us, we discovered they'd once lived in Australia (Newcastle) and then Kentucky, of all places...for 30 years! They only came back because of the American health care system.
Or rather, because of the British one. The NHS takes a ...
... go to markets more often. Sadly ours don’t have the kind of stalls filled to the brim with hats and vests, run by a smartly dressed gent I couldn’t help but compliment on his dashing appearance, and who was so very nice to blush for me.
After taking the groceries back and finding out tomorrow was going to be rainy, we hopped in the car to go visit St Fagans National History Museum, from this point on known as Welsh Bokrijk. The main thing ...
Hello again. We are back and better than
ever from Bristol on our way to Cardiff, which will end our England tour and
head us to Wales and then to the Leprechaun capital of the known world.
After a slow start in Bath it was quite
hard to wake up even though the morning weather was magical yet again. The
forecast is as foreboding as the dark gray clouds that are looming (of course
in the exact direction we ...
... even in the strangest of places.
We have started this blog so that all you lovely people can read about what we are doing, and so that we don't forget all the memories we are collecting along the way!
So I thought I'd get this thing started, and yes I have used a photo from Pocahontas - so I'm sure Pete will try and man it up in the next post... Aladdin is more his thing.
Anyway, bye for now, next time we speak we will be in ...
... her dog, had we seen the guy running away? Unfortunately not. We walked through the St Nicholas market, brim-full of tempting food shops, bakeries, stalls that sold all sorts of cloth material, and others flogging a wide variety of tempting tchotchkes. Then we came on a fine-looking antique pub. It was called The Llandoger Trow. As it turned out, it was a mere 350 years old. But since the Kings Head had grown invisible, we decided to try it. Turns out ...