The Quintessential English town.
While we were back in the UK – (which feels so long ago now). We based ourselves mainly at husbs parents house as it was pretty central and made it slightly easier to try to galavant (I love that word) around the country to catch up with people.
I have just been looking through all of our pictures of the holiday and trying to put them into some sort of order and came across a few that I took while we were at the in-laws and it reminded me how lovely and historic and quintessentially ‘English’ this lovely little town is.
So guess what!
Yep you guessed it, I thought I would share them as a bit of a trip down memory lane.
Hey no need to thank me – You. Are. Welcome 🙂
You may have noticed that they are all a bit dark, this is for 2 reasons.
1. I take terrible terrible photographs.
2. The weather was that dreary pretty much the whole time we were there, and I don’t want to be messing about with filters and all that nonsense to make it look like it was glorious sunshine because;
A) I am all about telling it like it is, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and;
B) I don’t actually know how to filter them.
*B) is the real reason . . . . .