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I had an uneventful night at the Jamaica Inn, although a ghost might have followed me into the bar (the door kept opening) . Tuesday began clear and I snapped some more photos of Jamaica Inn, including a nice Pirate ship playground. The drizzle started just before my taxi arrived. In Launceston I got on a bus for the train station in Exeter and felt like I was going home. The train took me to Cheltenham Spa where I caught a bus for Bourton-on-the-Water, arrived at 3:30.

Bourton, "The Venice of the Cotswolds" is touristy, but very picturesque with canals and footbridges. My B&B is comfy and has a huge gnome & dwarf collection in the garden and a little cabin full of boating décor. Wednesday morning I toured the village and discovered a Sweet Memory's candy store. (my daughters both worked at the Sweet Memories in Lakewood). Yes, I did buy some fudge. I had a fun time touring the Model Village, a 1/9 scale replica of the real village. I didn't tour the old Motor Museum, but took a photo.

I took the bus to Moreton-in-Marsh to catch another bus to Chipping Campden- another very picturesque town with a 17th Century Market Hall, wool tycoon manors . (Just about everything this whole trip screams--"take a picture".) I saw a man carving stone-- very cool (made me think about "Pillars of the Earth"). There were some interesting manor ruins behind this locked area. In 1367 the Grevel House (sheep tycoon) was the first stone house- cute gargoyles. Outside St. James Church was a tombstone "Thank you Lord for Simon, a dearly loved cat who greeted everyone who entered this church. RIP 1980". I am writing this on a pc at the lovely public library which is located next to the bus stop. It is fun riding the buses, taking in the sights and listening to the chatter.

Thursday- Sylvia at the B&B suggested that I visit Bibury. I made it just in time to catch the bus but didn't have time to pick up a schedule. The town is famous for their Trout Farm. This was very interesting as Bob has been feeding trout in Lakewood all summer. There were some pretty Blue Trout. I walked around the town and saw some quaint cottages and men replacing the roof . This might be the only bus stop not to have some schedule posted (nor an actual bus stop sign). I waited and waited (at least 1.5 hours) in the chilly drizzle. Finally some Japanese tourists who had schedules joined me and the bus did come.
Northleach has an historic wool church. Several wealthy wool merchants are memorialized in brass on stone in the floor. I had planned on walking from Stow-on-the-Wold to Bourton but didn't want to do this in the rain. I arrived in Stow too late to see the library. Tea warmed me up and for seeing sights in Stow. According to Rick Steves this market town used to have 20,000 sheep sold on some days so the streets were wide.

Friday started as another drizzly day. Sylvia offered to drive me to the train station in Cheltenham. She had to take their car in for repairs. Someone had sideswiped the mirror. I had wondered many times how often this happens because the roads are so narrow. I declined the invite so that I could visit the library in Bourton. It had recently moved and shares facilities with the Police and other government offices (so there was a restroom).

I caught up on writing while on the train to Wilmslow. My posting for Daphne Du Maurier country maybe didn't get posted earlier. Maybe poor internet connections. If you read this you should be able to view a previous entry.