Tue 22.Jun.2010
Cross, Somerset, England
Rhymes with Dome as in Domesday Book
First Great Western railroad overbills itself. First Adequate Western would be more like it. But it does get you to Frome (frOOm), south of Bath.
I amused myself with English street signs until I found the Sun Inn,
home away from home for four nights here. Owner Kate, the barmen, and
the sweet breakfast serving woman whose name I never learned are all
charming hosts.
Not a bad compensation for friends Jeremy & Family having way too
little space for all the guests who came this weekend to wish them
happy wedding, Friend Barb found the Sun via the web, I chipped in, and here we jolly well are.
Or were. We have actually moved on to a wonderful converted cow barn -
now three modern guest cottages - on a working farm outside of Cross and Axbridge, between Bristol and Glastonbury. (Isn't it fun to throw these musical english place names around?) But I am getting ahead of myself.
There is buddy Barbara now, sharing the limelight with an english mail box in the Heart of Darkest Frome.
Lots of homes, buildings etc in England have names. I like the minimalist illustration on this one.
Frome is a real pretty small town, (aren't they all hereabouts?), apparently with an artsy sort of reputation.
Geologically it seems to belong to both the Cotswolds and the Mendips, and if you ever heard of a mendip before this, you are doing better than I.
This pet supply shop is in Frome, even though the name says Bath. Perhaps it has more than one branch?
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