Three Tuns Hotel
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Well I have been back for over a week now. This extraordinary experience is beginning to fade now I am in this new chapter.
I am so grateful and humbled by the whole experience. As I spend Christmas with cherished friends and dear family, I realise just how lucky I am.
The support I have had from really wonderful people who are kind and caring also humbles me. This entry is for them to say a huge THANK YOU.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.....;)
... canal areas are beautifully preserved and from what I have seen from the train the countryside although flat looks beautiful. I'll return at some point, preferably in the summer with a tent and camp my way through the country.
Before we knew it three days of lazing around in quaint little bars had quickly passed and it was time to head back up to Amsterdam and onto a plane back to England. This is the point I had been dreading and playing over in ...
... through my boxes reveals no money and all I can think of is that I have left it all at home!!! What a plonker!!! Thank goodness for cards. Finally with not much going on I decide to simply relax in my cabin and fall asleep to the gentle rolling of the ship. Tomorrow;s plan is to head for the German town of Darmstad and stop off at my usual hotel in that city and then onwards to the Alps the following day. All I prey is that the weather gets better as I go. And that's about it for today ...
... After the tour we had a light lunch at the cafe then drove onto Durham. The A1 was diverted at Berwick on Tweed via the A682 to where it joined the A1 just before Newcastle. Very nice farming areas with lots of hay making and sheep. Found the accommodation but no meals Sunday so had to walk 10 mins to a hotel. On coming back to the inn we had a great conversation with people in the ...
... I could snap my fingers and everything would go back to the way it was.
As I took down the posters on my wall, the last poster hanging stared me in the face. It struck me as ironic that, whether by accident or subconscious act, this was the final poster to leave the wall. It featured a painting by one of my favorite artists, Alphonse Mucha, a Czech Art Nouveau painter. The painting shows a young woman draped in a dress covered with the symbol ...