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Rain, Rain, Rain

Dear Reader

It is wet where we are. Very. 

Even the locals are complaining.

So this morning has been spent trying to stay dry.

First an excursion to the Laundromat. A little different from my usual experience. You take your laundry in and collect it three hours later. Mine is currently at the laundry.

So we went to the Visitor Information Centre, where we got some recommendations. One was the local gallery, located in the Library.


We found some pretty buildings in the main area and a very pretty bakery.



I needed the facilities, and ended up paying 20p to “spend a penny”. Then I found out the blokes didn’t have a person on their door when they visited the Gents in the same venue yesterday. Doesn’t seem right to me. 

The War Memorial was lovely. 




For old time’s sake Bella and I went to The Red Lion, where we stayed for New Year in 2011-12. We had hot chocolate by the fire. 






Expect Cathedral Spam after this afternoon’s visit. When we asked the Visitor Information chap what he would do on a rainy day his advice was to visit the Cathedral.

Cxx



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  1. I keep coming back to the cake shop. And the hot chocolate!
    Then we visited The Broadway. As close as …

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