A sunny, frosty Monday morning (the last frost we saw was in August at “Three Waters” in Queensland). Sara and John were off to work early, and James left for college shortly afterwards. We packed up our things, scraped the ice off the car and headed south.
We stopped at Sherston in the Cotswolds which is where Charlotte was born. We had a quick look around – we showed the children the church where Charlotte was christened and where her father used to be the vicar – before having lunch in the Rattlebone pub. The girl in charge at the pub was less than welcoming – customers seemed to bother her – but, thankfully, her two colleagues understood the need for them. And the lunch was good.
We had a quick drive around some of the nearby villages then made our way back to Bristol to stay with Richard’s sister Sarah and hubby, Steve.
Much excitement later that afternoon; Steve took the children for a ride on his Harley Davidson. Big grins followed (they were talking about it for days afterwards).
Ollie can’t wait to get on.
Sarah fed us another magnificent dinner (just to ensure that we didn’t waste away) then we nattered late into the evening.
On Tuesday we went in to Bristol for a few hours before heading east up the M4 towards Crawley where we spent the night before flying back to Nice, France on Wednesday.