An image of Marlborough at dawn. It is a very pretty town, but difficult to take photos of. I often think that it would be nice if the centres of many lovely Englisch towns and villages were made car-free. I am now sitting in "The Green Dragon", waiting for Baggy to pick me up so we can go on to Bath, where we are booked into a B&B for the night.

And his ashes are buried at the beautiful graveyard of St Mary church. I came here to pay him a visit as I always do when I come to England. It is such a beautiful and peaceful place.
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My father was born here in 1929. In one of these houses.

The bakery. Isn't it lovely?

The post office and the traditonal stone masons that unfortunately had to close a few years ago.

Great Bedwyn. I caught a bus to Marlborough, had tea and a slice of delicious Victoria's Sandwich at Polly's Tearooms and then got on a bus to Great Bedwyn, which is a delightful small village.

Temple Meads train station in Bristol. A very nice old building. And the black cabs are blue here. I accompanied Sabine to the airport, took a bus back to the city centre and then got on a train to Swindon. I was expecting to meet Baggy there at about 15:00, but that didn't work because she and my sister missed the ferry from Calais and would be arriving late.