Premier Inn Bristol Airport - Sidcot
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... further delay the pair of them strolled down the road, crossed the railway line, and found themselves at the entrance to the post office. Miss Washington posted her letter into the large silver slot on the outside of the building. Barney, who was used to giving his post to a man in a uniform, looked puzzled at the hole in the wall. "What is that?" He asked. "It's a post box." Said Miss Josephine. "See, it has the letters L-E-T-T-E-R-S written ...
... very good and it had tunnels through the walls which were used as Bomb shelters back in the day.. The Old castle in the middle had good vistas from the top. Then we went through the house ..or should I say mansion. I would have loved to go through all the rooms but had to satisfy myself with what they had open..they were very impressive..the decorations were really out there. It was really good. We had to meet the bus back out front at 1530hrs which kind of ticked everyone off ...
We left Exeter behind today and the first port of call was Buckfast
Abbey. This abbey was rebuilt after years of neglect and is now a
working abbey. The abbey itself is very beautiful and the surrounding
gardens very tranquil in the bright morning sunshine. The interior is
stunning , not as large as some but rebuilt in the traditional way using
traditional methods. After this it was up the motor way past some ...
... older couple who had recently visited a friend at Bribie Island , small world isn't it.
Lyn & Lloyd visited the museum house at 1 Royal Crescent.
Clem has been wearing his fit bit watch & we walked well over 13,000 steps today.
Once again we had a very hard time getting out of Bath, the Navman wasn't up to date on road closures.
Another lovely day, now if this weather just keeps ...
... 8217;t move and neither do their passengers. People sit at the stern with the rudder left idle, while the hand now holds a glass of wine. I chat to the men who are ready to tell stories and waft away the time. The women I see seem more determined to distract themselves with quiz books. By the time I leave the canal to head down the short lane to the Somerset Arms to rejoin Debby, my mind has been nourished and brought to a state of calm that I would not have believed ...