Wroxall Abbey Hotel & Estate
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... for fishing, and several men were doing that today. I spoke to two chaps, one was reeling in a fish, a Mirror Carp, which estimated to be 12 lbs., see photos. Once caught it is released back into the lake to be tempted by someones bait again and again. Carp is the main fish here. (Doesn't seem to be destructive like the European Carp in Australia) According to the notice board catches have been as great as 500 lbs! Fishing competitions are ...
OK, OK, OK. For those demanding more quiz questions (thanks Neil) here they are.
1. What thatch animal was (and still is) on the roof of a house in Stanton. It is not one of those included in the photos. Small cryptic clues are available upon email request.
2. What's the function of the LHS bit of this stile. No clues as this is an easy question.
3. What's the function ...
... seating and obviously both could sit there and watch you play. Even if they didn't watch the entire match (perhaps before you go out to bat) they could could go next door to the tennis Center and have a hit. Sure it's not Wimbledon but it must rank being so close to the SCG. The SCG has a magnificent surface (really) and it is mown and kept in playing condition. I've included a couple of shots of the pavilion.
Now you have something to set your sights on keep ...
... solo as the Aston Martin looked pretty good!! Anyway we selected a more practical brand new Nissan X Trail that fits our luggage perfectly.
We arrived at Mark's house (Luke's Godfather) just before 10pm in Warwick to a warm welcome.
Yesterday we enjoyed a lazy day catching up with family and friends. The weather was perfect for sipping cappuccino's outside at the Tilted Wig and soaking ...
... fingers like a gangster ***** and yell at him "Don't you be fake on me ho', I aint seen nobody in dem beds last night when you be talkin' at my girl on the phone sayin' you full, got no room huh?! Lyin' biatch!" I despised his girlishly voiced good wishes, as hard to believe as it sounds I swear he is somehow to blame for the fact Victoria couldn't book a room for the night and had to go home alone on the underground.
We say goodbye to the hostel, it doesn't ...