Homeward bound

Couldn't leave the South West without visiting a couple of old haunts, so I took Beate over to Bean Shot in Bruton, where they serve GREAT coffee!

The next port of call was Pickleberry in Bratton, where I used to work. We had lunch here and I caught up with news from Jan, my ex boss.

We made our way northwards then, stopping to stretch our legs in Stratford-upon-Avon. As it was already 4.30pm, there was no time to visit any of the bards attractions in the town, except the gift shop. We'd been looking for a gift for Beate's husband and I suddenly remembered there's a mug with Shakespearian insults printed on it - job done!

By the time we arrived home, we weren't up to much, but we did call in to a friend's house so's I could introduce Beate to her ( Gracie the deerhound and her humans! ).