How keen am I? A quick race down the motorway system to stand in a queue outside Victoria Art Gallery, hoping the two prints I've taken will result in a 'yes' postcard before the end of the week. If they don't, well at least I got in last year so I know I can do it. And it was anyway a lovely weekend, quite sunny, quite warm, quite breezy, which added up to just right. Took son, who stayed awake on the journey - it goes a whole lot faster when you're chatting - and carried a picture and persuaded me that we should eat somewhere nice and then a little later that we should have a cream tea. Very good company. Bath was moderately overcrowded, but he claimed it was just nicely bustling. Maybe it was.
The next day, with the weather just as just right on the return trip, we stopped off in Nailsworth (near Stroud) which, so far as it was possible to tell on a sunday with nearly everywhere closed, was delightful. Continuing the food theme, we decided to take an early lunch there at the Canteen, which seemed ridiculously busy compared to everywhere else and with touches of perfection (especially after our cream tea yesterday - lovely cream tea but not a fun place to be). After winding round several corners there was a little courtyard tucked in between tall mill buildings;
The next day, with the weather just as just right on the return trip, we stopped off in Nailsworth (near Stroud) which, so far as it was possible to tell on a sunday with nearly everywhere closed, was delightful. Continuing the food theme, we decided to take an early lunch there at the Canteen, which seemed ridiculously busy compared to everywhere else and with touches of perfection (especially after our cream tea yesterday - lovely cream tea but not a fun place to be). After winding round several corners there was a little courtyard tucked in between tall mill buildings;
inside there were more mismatched tables and chairs and I fell in love with a wall of boxes.
As a fantastically instantaneous and laid back storage system it has to be second to none. In fact the Canteen was entirely laid back and relaxed, with a good range of all sorts of teas for those who are into that sort of thing, delicious looking salads and cakes (yes, yes, I know it wouldn't make sense to have salad and then decadent cake) and a scattering of fascinating odds and ends everywhere. If I lived in Nailsworth, I could imagine spending a fair amount of time in there. Find a corner, write a book - lovely,
Then we drove through Gloucester. Could've, should've stopped for the quays and the cathedral, both looked well worth it even driving by, but by then we were travelling - saving those for next time. A meander through tracts of Gloucestershire and Worcestershire, marked by mistletoe, the Severn, the Malverns just out of reach, orchards, then it was back on the motorway for the rest of the afternoon. Weekend over.
Then we drove through Gloucester. Could've, should've stopped for the quays and the cathedral, both looked well worth it even driving by, but by then we were travelling - saving those for next time. A meander through tracts of Gloucestershire and Worcestershire, marked by mistletoe, the Severn, the Malverns just out of reach, orchards, then it was back on the motorway for the rest of the afternoon. Weekend over.
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