Over brekkie I watched
one of the Matt Hayes fishing programmes. In years gone by I've
always been a fan of Matt Hayes. Now.... There's no denying that the
way he was gaffing those rays was just plain cruel.
With brekkie scoffed we
loaded up the car and did something we very rarely do. We went off on
holiday. We're having something of a road trip, and we set off up the
motorway. Our first port of call was Bracknell in Berkshire where we
stopped for McDonalds. After a little messing about (and sending
for a translator) we established that I wasn't asking for a
cabbage McFlurry. I was glad to find it wasn't just the fast food
establishments at home that had problems with staff not being able to
speak English.
From Bracknell we then
moved on to Avebury in Wiltshire. We'd had a recommendation that we
should visit Avebury. There's no denying that at first I was
disappointed. Until we actually moved into Avebury proper. Neolithic
burial mounds, stone circles... all rather good really. We even found
one or two geocaches in the area as well.
We then moved into
Swindon where we checked in to the hotel - the Lydiard House
Conference Centre. I'm afraid to say that I took an instant dislike
to the place.
We drove out to find
somewhere for dinner. The
Sun at Lydiard served some frankly wonderful food. And
"Lancaster Bomber" on the hand pump too. I would
have liked to have stayed their for the night, but we came back to
the hotel for a final drinkie....
A decent bartender knows
that bottles of ale aren't kept in the fridge...
I took a few
photos of the day. Uploading them on the hotel's wi-fi took some
doing...
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