Not a lot to say about this little town. It's pretty, on a river with its fair share of pubs. Nothing new really.
A dinner at this picturesque pub by the water and a nice walk home over the bridge and back.
There is a lock just outside the town that boats have to negotiate to get to the centre. We stopped and watched a few come through. One in particular was driven by three European gentleman who picked up two English roses who had gone for a walk and got tired. Who knows where that story went. Regardless, they were well supervised by their little dog safe with his life-jacket secure.
However, this was the little town where John spent his 10th birthday and this is the very hotel he stayed in. It used to be called The Eight Bells but now it's a chicken and pizza joint!
One could say neither is looking it's best, or neither has aged well, but that would be rude, unkind and untrue!
On to Heathrow and Italy.......
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