Welcome to Broadway Tower.
Many times we have passed it on our way down to The Cotwolds.
Today we're taking a look at it.
Never mind the gargoyle, look at that blue sky!
Vicky sits back aghast.
What manner of horror has she seen lurking in the window?
Crikey! We haven't seen this many flies in one place since we considered staying in that back-packers lodge in Hall's Gap (which we didn't stay in on account of all the flies) ten years ago.
On a clear day you can see 16 counties from up here, evidently
- Vicky is making do with just Warwickshire and Worcestershire from this bit.
David turns his back on Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire.
Oooh, very dramatic.
Either that, or someone has been messing about in 'levels' again.
Howard out and about in 'the great wide open' for the first time in 2015.
Mole hills and the Tower.
Driven back down from Fish Hill into the valley below and we're now in Broadway itself.
They say the lights are always bright…..on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air…..on Broadway.
(Note new glasses and walking shoes - smashing).
Possibly seen better days.
Time to drive home now - but not in this.
Later, back at HQ, Emlyn enquires whether it is time for his 7 o'clock.
No, Emlyn, it is not time.
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