We awake to rural scenes, having stayed overnight in the heart of story book pretty farmland. It’s rained most of the night and there are solemn predictions about it settling in for the week. *Sigh*. […]
Month: September 2017
2017 Day Eighty Four
In the never ending fridge saga, of which I am heartily sick, we trek cross country to yet another specialist. Having revisited the original gas service centre and addressed all possible gas related issues, we’re […]
2017 Day Eighty Three
I write this with a heavy heart: today we lost a beloved furry friend. He was Oliver, a magnificent Burmese, my friend Craig’s cat. Craig, an Aussie boy abroad, had a massive stroke, spending most […]
2017 Day Eighty Two
When they said three days of rain, they weren’t kidding: the morning greets us with a stubborn drizzle that progressively worsens. We had great plans to visit Salisbury but our arch enemy, parking, thwarts us. […]
2017 Day Eighty One
The last month we’re away, it always screams by. I can’t believe we’ve been away 81 days. It’s another drizzly day in Cirencester, humid too. Odd weather, steamy one moment, cold the next. It makes […]
2017 Day Eighty
Well they said it would rain and they weren’t wrong. It rains ALL day. There’s a reason England is oh so very green. Autumn is staking her claim, determined to edge summer out: the rain […]
2017 Day Seventy Nine
We’re heading northwest to Cirenchester, a town with an ancient history, first mentioned in the time of Ptolemy, 150 AD. At the time, Cirencester was called Corinium and was the largest Roman town on English […]
2017 Day Seventy Eight
We explore Winchester in a little more detail today, but not before we while away a couple of delightful hours at lunch, recapturing a little French magic at Brasserie Blanc. If we can’t be in […]
2017 Day Seventy Seven
There is a bonus to meandering without direction, even though it has been known to strike terror in the heart of a plan loving Virgo such as moi. Every so often, you come across an […]
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