I am convinced Vivaldi was an Englishman because we have experienced the four seasons during the past 24 hours. Rain, sleet, hail, fog & sunshine have meant layers added, layers peeled off and air conditioning ever changing between heating & cooling.
We fuelled & farewelled Falmouth, ticked off Truro, circled Carland Cross, bypassed Bodmin, passed Plymouth & evaded Exeter. Taunton tempted, but we lunched at Langport, then whizzed through Wincanton before stopping for a squizz at Stonehenge. We avoided Amesbury & Andover, neared Newbury before deciding to crash at Cuddesdon for two nights!
We've been bowled over by The Bat & Ball Inn, located six miles out of Oxford. For cricketing enthusiasts, The Bat & Ball displays an eclectic collection of all things cricket. Formerly a coach house built in the early 1700's the dwelling has been a pub for three generations of the Sykes Family. Rooms in the accommodation wing bear the names of notable English cricketers. We have been given a complimentary upgrade. We've been Graced! The publican obliged with a grand tour, but the photo shoot can wait until breakfast when there will be fewer people around.
Stonehenge was spectacular. It's difficult to believe a stack of strategically placed rocks can hold so much intrigue. Radio active carbon dating indicates construction began as early as 2950BC. It is thought to have been erected as an astronomical observatory because the main axis aligns with the rising & setting of the sun at the summer & winter solstices, but it's exact purpose remains a mystery.
Given we had a total of 263 miles to cover today, the direct route was the preferred option, therefore, lanes lost & roads won the day. Phil is now quite the road specialist. Given our proximity to Oxford, does this make him a Rhodes Scholar?
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