Rosemundy Cottage Bed & Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... said it is Bibury, and I have to say that Bibury has my vote of the places we have seen to date.
But it's not just pretty villages. We have visited Cirencester with its amazing Roman Museum and Avebury, with an incredible number of standing stones. We have been trying to do a walk or a ramble everyday in the incredibly green countryside which is full of clumps of yellow daffodils.
Yes,the Cotswold are lovely. ...
... we went to Bristol, which I would say Bristol is to England, what Austin is to Texas. And by that, Bristol exudes that super artsy, up and coming, hippy vibe. It is most famous for Bansky, which is a street artist that I am fascinated by. I mentioned him earlier when I went to London but he was believed to have been born in Bristol and has a lot of famous works there. So we walked around town looking at all the Banksy's and shopped. More dreams came true that ...
... at Sally Lunn's, in the oldest building in Bath. Afterwards we continued wandering around Bath. The sun was back out, so everyone else was too. The deck chairs in the park also made an appearance. Ended on a high note at Jamie's Italian. Said good bye to Rebecca (for 3 weeks at least), then home. We have an early start ...
... drinks! Was a lovely sunny
morning and great views while circling over the city.
Was pretty hard to remember to speak in English at first and
the guys at Swindon bus station got a stream of abuse in Spanish (which I then
translated for them!) when they let the bus I wanted leave early! Had a long
chilly hour to wait for the next one.
... I just took care of business, without any dramatics, any self-pity, any judgment, why, the next step would be a permanent loss of standards! I would forever only have my copper pot, I would be happy with nothing, even in filth, and I would never desire beauty again; I would no longer be me. This felt like death, especially to the young parts of me. However illogical it sounds now, I know my biggest fear was loss of my choosing, discerning self.