What makes you happy? I wonder what does, for me I like nothing more than visiting new places, but also, and almost more importantly I love having a beer and some good nosh. Being in another diet in my head time, it seems quite sad that one would have to think about what food and drink you were allowed – that’s rubbish. So diet is only for the days when I don’t do anything “special” with the ability to raise an exception on certain days…
Been doing quite a lot of running over the last week or so, went for a 10K run which went well, but also 3-4 miles a day and finally got back onto my bike again this weekend. Not touched it since the CarTen, but went for a 35 miler and it was quite successful – however the GPS seems to be playing up a little now. It showed my max speed of 84 mph – which I think it a touch ambitious.
So we headed off to Trowbridge, because we have not been there before – it was rubbish – the highlight was watching some Chinese people walk down the street opposite us.
I am not sure it has any redeeming features – Bradford-upon-Avon on the other hand was very lovely. The problem with places like this is that its a swine to park, we circled the car park like a bmw shaped eagle until we lucked upon someone leaving and squeezed into a slot. Its quite picturesque Bradford – very unlike the hole in the world that is the northern one, and we mooched and had a drink (at which point I was very keen to stay over, but there were no hotels free) and had a great munch in the pub. After that we went for creme teas in a hotel so old it might as well have been a cave, where the serving wenches went up and down tiny stairs continuously. I had a diet coke – so much for English tea dude.
After having our fill of Bradford (will take the train next time) we then set out for Castle Coombe – sounds rubbish, and is mostly famous for the racing circuit, but the village is a revelation. Many places seem to have the title of prettiest village in England and the most picturesque – well this is the real deal. Unfortunately the only crap part is all the stupid tourists walking up and down the streets. Its small, quaint, has a river and a bridge and loads of honey houses and to make it perfect it also has two pubs. We sat outside one, but as I was driving I had no interested what so ever so forced Sian to neck her wine and got back to the car asap. Would be a great place to have a walk from – or shoot a film.
Came home after that.