Joan was very chatty and John was very quiet. He showed us his pride and joy - a shiny red Hudson convertible with cream leather upholstery. It was gorgeous and so was his face as we admired his beautiful car! Joan and John had run pubs for 52 years and John has never had a drink. They decided to get out of the pub life and have gone into B&B life; they are still gladly serving others at the young age of 80 and 81! What a joy to meet such English eccentricity. We headed across the road to the Dog Inn (which Joan and John had owned and run) for dinner. We loved sitting in the quiet country pub with several other walkers, eating typical English pub food. Imagine huge plates filled with mashed potatoes, peas (there's always peas on the menu, either mushy or straight), cauliflower, broccoli and in Graham's case, a lamb shank and the whole meal drowning in gravy. Allan asked Graham if he would like some more gravy as it didn't look like he had enough! The rest of us had fish. Breakfast this morning was perfect.
'As we leave Old Sodbury I'm pleased to report that I'm feeling so much better than when we arrived. And today is a much shorter day with very little ascending and descending; Praise the Lord! Walking up the lane out of the village we encountered our first road rage episode. The mid sized truck came down the lane at a speed inappropriate for such a narrow road and at the same time a very nice looking black sedan was approaching from the opposite direction. There was no time for the sedan to pull aside and the truck just kept coming, sideswiping the back window of the car. They pulled over immediately, with the lady jumping out and shouting at the truck to stop and then the driver leapt out and began whistling with his fingers in his mouth. With that the truck simply disappeared around the corner. We enquired if they were OK so they showed us the shattering back window. We wished them well and continued on our way..'
As we turned into our first field for the day we spied another gorgeous house sitting in a most picturesque setting.
There seems to be so much grandeur in these parts.
We spent quite some time walking through a most beautiful estate; the grounds looked like well manicured lawns with sheep grazings on them. Turns out the estate belongs to James Dyson, the inventor of the vacuum cleaners.
Only 17 miles to Bath.
I thought you might like to see Ammie and Graham's style at the stile.
Crossed over the M4 this morning, so glad that we are removed from this hustle and bustle for now.
We are really enjoying the wild meadow flowers along the walk.
Standing about 50 metres apart in a field were what seemed like a great contradiction.
We've seen many fields planted with a very dark green crop and have wondered what it was. We've decided it's wheat.
Another field had a herd of cattle which was advancing towards us rather quickly. I was very glad Allan and Graham waited for Ammie and me. As we made our way through the gate, they moved forward, eager to come through with us.
They did look disappointed.
Today's walk has been relaxed and beautiful.
Arrived at Dyrham Park in the village of Dyrham in time for lunch. This is a Baroque-style house, built in the 17th century, and formal gardens which are open to the public.
We toured some of the house and found it very interesting. A very strong Dutch influence pervades the original decor and furnishings. Ammie and myself were excited to see all the servants bells.The display in the kitchen and adjoining rooms was enlightening and the food looked very realistic.
Headed off for the last leg of our journey for today before we arrived in Pennsylvania. One short climb, past a green dam with ducks swimming around, through more gates and fields of flowers, more gorgeous scenery, another small wood where we found a message box and a seat to sit and reflect
and wait for Graham and Ammie
We looked back across the field of wheat to a lone tree and, to our surprise, we had arrived at our B&B 'The Swan' to be greeted by Malcolm.
And the English eccentricity continued...
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