As we parked at the top of the hill, next to the castle and the cathedral, the clock began striking the hour, loud and sonorous.
It was cold, but bright and dry, perfect for walking down Steep Hill and into the High Street. A short walk along the canal and then cut along the side of the High Bridge.
It's the oldest bridge in UK which still has buildings on it. It was built around 1160 AD.
This photograph shows the back of the building.
We were heading out for a quick look at the marina.
It was good to see that narrowboats are also moored here, so perhaps The Writer may be able to bring his narrowboat across the country and moor here one day soon. This would be a lovely place to meet up and perhaps go for a jolly jaunt along the canal.
Max disappeared to a bookshop/coffee shop, a good place to rest quietly while I got down to a little light shopping.
I was in M&S with an armful of items which I wanted to try on, when a fellow customer asked me whether I had a voucher... she gave me a 20% discount voucher which can be used multiple times over the next few days, it can even be handed on to friends and family for them to take advantage of the discount!
I was very chuffed indeed. I still stuck to buying the two jumpers which were on my list, great to find that I got them discounted by so much though. So kind of her.
We had lunch out - it was pleasant, but that is about the best I can say. The food was very average, the coffee was tepid and the service was poor. Oh, well, can't win them all. We took a steady walk back up Steep Hill (which is VERY steep, by the way, a one in seven gradient for one section) and for once we didn't take any breaks for a breather.
Dobson and the cats had been well looked-after by Hector and Merry, they'd played so much 'fetch' with him that eventually he picked up the ball and asked to be let back into the house!
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This afternoon we hosted a little tea party. Max and I have been married 40 years this month. He's not in the best of health at the moment, so a holiday is not really on the cards. Still, we wanted to celebrate so we invited Alice, Richard, their children, plus The Writer to afternoon tea.
When we said the children could eat the food in any order they liked, their faces were wreathed in big grins.
There were smoked salmon sandwiches, cucumber sandwiches and ham sandwiches for the carnivores, along with a bacon and egg flan, like Grandma used to make, and lots of very naughty cakes. The custard slice was mine - I just love that combination of custard and pastry.
Tomorrow is definitely a day for light food and lots of exercise!
These two little tykes ate heartily, so did the rest of us. It was fascinating to see how, given the freedom to pick and choose, the children ate lots of the raw vegetables as well as sandwiches, cakes, etc.
Then we all got stuck into a game of charades. Little Merry had a very sketchy understanding of what was required but that made it all the more fun.
She had us in stitches over her interpretation of Jungle Book. She pretended to be Balloo the Bear and scratched her back on the table leg... She followed it up with a repeat performance, but got very cross when we suggested that she was miming Balloo, she insisted that this time it was Bagheera scratching his back ...of course!
We all had a wonderful time.
Perhaps we can have something of a re-run when you two come back home?