Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty bus from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time...
Actually, it's going to Stratford-on-Avon where I can beg Bill's forgiveness for that poetic liberty, and the other place near there that begins with C.
Stayed another night here in the Bath cos I like it and it's too much of a rush going from one place to another in one day. I am old after all...
It did rain a bit today, oh but then the sun came out, oh and then it rained again, and if it hadn't been for the plethora of old stone buildings and the long skinny boats on the (original) Avon River, I could have been in NZ.
This is the original River Avon, in Bath.
Actually, it's going to Stratford-on-Avon where I can beg Bill's forgiveness for that poetic liberty, and the other place near there that begins with C.
Stayed another night here in the Bath cos I like it and it's too much of a rush going from one place to another in one day. I am old after all...
It did rain a bit today, oh but then the sun came out, oh and then it rained again, and if it hadn't been for the plethora of old stone buildings and the long skinny boats on the (original) Avon River, I could have been in NZ.
This is the original River Avon, in Bath.
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