f-----[[ of me (that's her gibberish, not mine) and one kitten to the left of me who is acting as an arm rest for my left forearm (thank you Luna for at least being somewhat useful!!!) Sheesh!!
Ok, here we go. The door to my room at the Redesdale Arms in Moreton-in-Marsh is between the two large baskets of flowers in the photo below. I was all checked in by 3pm so I had time for a little walkabout in the village. The order of the photos is not exact because of uploading from both my camera and my iPhone and perhaps even my iPad, who knows, not me, I can't remember, but bear with me.
But isn't it the sweetest little room??
Dinner was to die for veggie lasagna and what they called a "salad garnish". In other words, very little salad.
Here's a picture of the front of the restaurant - it was called "The Marshmallow"!! How sweet is that!?
Here are some photos of my hotel room - I think they thought I was 80 years old or perhaps every bathroom looks like this...handles everywhere, even a place to sit to shower in the "wet bath".
A huge bed for one. I was able to open my suitcase up on one half of the bed and still have plenty of room for sleeping.
I love British telly!!
Free sherry!! Guess what - I don't like sherry! Too bad it wasn't scotch...
Lots of free tea, coffee and hot chocolate. Cookies in each cup too :)
Some of the buildings on High St. (which is what the main street of each village/town is called). Most buildings are constructed from the local limestone and thus have stood for hundreds of years and will likely continue to stand for hundreds more.
How fences are built in these parts - dry stone walls they're called since no mortar is used.
Photo of my hotel from across the street.
Above the door: "Every noble life leaves the fibre of it interwoven for ever in the work of the world." by Ruskin (John Ruskin, I presume, a prominent art critic and social thinker in the Victorian era.)