Well, after a 3 mile walk, fish and chips, and just maybe that full bottle of wine it was off to hospital (we both seem to have blossomed with a traveling cold). Up sort of early, packed and off for the South Cotswold’s. Second beautiful day in a row. Slow drive on some very narrow roads to include backing up ¼ mile to let a tractor by and then having a Red Fox cross our path. No hunters following, just the fox. Lunch in a very old small wool trading town, Lacock , complete with a tithing barn, babbling stream, and a stream bed that doubled as a very long ford. Wanted to drive up it but it was for residents only. Then a fabulous lunch at King John’s Garden. Right out of a Jane Austin novel. Had the ploughman’s pie for the first time. Finely ground beef with carrots, thyme, red wine, and the ever-present onion and garlic. Kathie went for the mixed vegitables in a whole grain crumbled pastry shell topped with local melted chedder cheese. Shared our table in the garden sunshine with a delightful elderly English/Welsh couple. He was a navigator for British Air and was in Seattle to pick up one of their first Boeing 747’s in the 70’s. Walked lunch off but, unlucky, ran into an ice cream shop with mango and rhubarb flavors. “Recalculating” (that would be an in joke for those who have a Garmin) Oh well, we eat less for dinner - maybe. “Enter the roundabout and take third exit” 30 or 40 times and you arrive in Bradford on Avon. Found the Swan. A very old hotel right in the center of town and what must have been the silver district since it is across from Silver street. Rest a little and get ready for 2 days of Bath, Glastonbury, Wells, Stonehenge, oh and a full day at the pub with USA and Britain at 3 and 7:30. What are we doing here again??
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