Bradford on Avon

Today we drove across the fat bit of England to the other side. (It takes longer to drive to Canberra.) We arrived at South Wraxall to discover our cottage is an amazing 15th centurish building with all mod cons. Amazingly-storybook-pretty too, it is called Brook Cottage because, you guessed it, there is a brook.

Evening at Brook Cottage

We headed off to the local town, Bradford-on-Avon, which is also amazing. We stood on the bridge, wandered up the towpath, discovered the medieval tithe barn, sussed out the train station, had a cream tea and came home. 

  
We were walking along the river path and towpath and, as you do, said 'Hello' to people as they walked past in the opposite direction. Three couples in succession, all clearly unconnected with each other, replied cheerfully. All replied in Australia's unmistakable accent. Can't get away from 'us'.  

Lyn did interact with 3 genuine locals in the teashop. We have found ourselves in the midst of a new series of Downton Abbey here. A key character is dead - but we didn't know how. Lyn heard them discussing the series and so asked them. A long conversation ensued. I didn't escape because the young waitress came over and proceeded to chat to me about, you guessed it, Downton Abbey.

Tonight we went to The Longs Arms for dinner. Had a brilliant, but expensive, meal at the pub. It has 2 stars in something. The beer and food here is great so far.