The Pheasant Inn
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... was picturesque, idyllic riding once again. The narrow canal boats were fun to watch. Some had lots of pot plants on board, or a ships cat, others were a bit grotty looking. We watched them negotiate the locks. At the only hill of the morning, there was a series of 16 locks so the boats could transfer up or down it. Apparently that takes 8 or 9 hours to complete! Much quicker by bike! We stopped here for lunch and an ...
... to us and we try to joke and laugh with them.
I am also trying to plan a couple of day trips that not only could be quite fascinating but also great for my Folklore degree. Fingers crossed I can make the plans work! But tonight will be focused on relaxing as I do a final look over my notes and not having a panic attack thinking of the forty different concepts we have covered in just eight classes! Wish me luck!
... on the way back, creating more puddles on already water-logged fields.
We got back to Littlecote just in time to watch the rugby in the bar. It was pretty poor, so we gave up & got ready for dinner. More wine with dinner :-) I had a delicious lamb hotpot for main course & the meat was beautifully cooked.
We headed through to watch the evening entertainment. I participated in their version of the ...
... and Marg have been friend for 55 years and when I lived in the UK (when I was 18) Marg was my mum - stressing about me setting off to the continent by myself, worrying when I would come into her flat late at night -all the stressful things 18 year olds who think they are invincible do.
We couldn't stay with Marg so she gave me the name of a nearby pub. Marg met us at the pub - last time we saw her was about 7 years ago when she came out to Oz and came down to ...
... and sister in law were performing in a band called The Shed. It was Zed's first visit to a typical English pub and I don't think he bumped his head once in the pub. He nursed a pint but was a bit flat with a nasty cold. The band was great - they all practice in one of their backyard sheds- hence their name - and Louise's brother did a solo. We missed her sister in law's solo.When the band finished we all drove home and collapsed into bed.