This England: Farewell, Bath

After a week in the country, we packed our bags, ready to leave for London. In some ways, neither of us wanted to go. Yes, we were excited for London and all that awaited, but we were so very happy here, we knew it would be hard to say goodbye.

Once our things were together, we decided on a last walk, about two miles. We headed toward Monkton Combe, walking well-trod paths. It was a lovely day and we took our time.

I loved spotting this beautiful pheasant. He was quite far away, but it seemed like he was posing for me! 

We stopped at the church graveyard and paid our respects to WWI war veteran Harry Patch. 

The tombstones in the cemetery were a little the worse for wear, even some that weren't that old. 

The lovely old church was closed and locked tight. A pity. I love a country church.

We ventured past the church, overlooking Monkton Combe, where a long blackbird of some sort had quite the view from a chimney pot.

Then it was back to the cottage.

We had one more bus misadventure. We thought it should arrive at our stop at 3:20 but it didn't come. Finally, we crossed over to Hope and Anchor and Sean, one of our waiters, called us a taxi. 

And, we made it in time! 

 

What a full day! When travel posts resume, we'll head to London! But first we're going to take a little travel break so I can catch you up on life at home!

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