Rainy day ride through the lanes.
So, for once, Gene gets to have a word in edgewise for this blog. I am quoting from his letter to the family this week, (we take turns), which also goes very well with the pictures he took:
“Tuesday we were invited by our Family History clinic friend Shirley M. to go with her to see some of the places where her ancestors lived. She is in her 70’s and insisted on driving her car so I let Sheri in the front seat while I sat in the back and knew for sure we would be dead at any moment.”
View from the back seat.
Duntisbourne Abbotts and Duntisbourne Leer, two hamlets
Shirley’s ancestor place, where they lived and worked as bakers
Home on the right, bakery on the left
More vintage Gene:
“Shirley took us to several small hamlets in the pouring rain then asked if we wanted to go to Bourton on the Water, a tourist trap. We felt like we had been gone long enough and I had just had my 4th heart attack in the back seat, so we said we thought it would be well to head home. Then over the next few miles we kept seeing these signs reading “Bourton”. Shirley doesn’t hear too well. Anyway, when we got to Bourton we pulled in to an eatery and she insisted on buying us lunch and at that moment I recovered from the heart attacks since I was starving. Since Shirley is hard of hearing, I was able to ask Sheri several times undetected if she thought I should insist on paying for the meal and she said I’d better let well enough alone. It was worth the heart attacks.”
Cozy lunch at the Sweet Talk Tea Rooms
What a delightful day we enjoyed with our dear friend, Shirley! It was so fun to have that time together! What a sweetheart she is to give of her time and petrol to drive us around the country and insist on treating us to a yummy lunch and go the “extra mile” to Bourton-on-the-Water! A wonderful memory and a treasured friend-with a really fun sense of humor! Hopefully she gets a kick out of this blog entry! 🙂 Otherwise, Gene might be in trouble! 🙂
Trying our new Brolly, souvenir of Bourton
Quick trip to Stowe-on-the-Wold, 5 miles farther down the road
What would I do without this man, who makes me laugh!!!!! Cheerio!