Bath: Wednesday, 29th January, 2020.

No afternoon is complete without an afternoon tea.

Howard, between cuppas.

Vicky and an afternoon tea.

Taking in the view from our room.

The Bird, Bath.

Bet some thought went in to that one.

Bath, not short of fine architecture.

Quite a lot of it standing around here and there.

A front door.

A street with many front doors.

One can't help but feel that these two people are still 

getting to grips with the whole taking-a-selfie-on-a-'phone malarky.

There's a lot of tourists in Bath.

Here's another one.

The Abbey.

Vicky and The Abbey.

We're not going in, we've seen it before.

A busker playing the fiddle whilst balancing on a tightrope.

Hmmmm, trying a bit too hard perhaps, or are we being harsh?

David, go and stand by one of those pillars.

OK Vic.

Stand just behind that pillar-thingy Vic.

OK Dave.

Finishing our afternoon with a spot of dinner at a Mediterranean Restaurant.

Lamb shank with rice and vegetables washed down with a pineapple juice for David.

Chicken shish with rice and salad washed down with a coke for Victoria.

Very very nice. 

Back at the hotel which is looking a lot like Christmas.

A wet walk (and some earlier stuff), Worcester: Sunday, 26th January, 2020.

 Squizz sat on some funghi eating one of M & S's finest nuts.

Brazil nut, probably.

We spoil 'em.

Manj has bought Vicky some flowers as a 

thank you for some sound career advice.

Only fools come out on an afternoon like this.

No-one else about.

Sat in Coffee No. 1, drying out and eating crisps 

washed down with a cuppa tea or two.

Vicky chooses a brownie to go with her tea whilst she dries out.

Vicky has had to purchase a brand new waterproof coat.

So it's a wet and expensive walk into town and back today.

It's still raining outside so it's gonna get a good test on the way home.

It passes.

Walking home along the cut, Worcester: Sunday, 12th January, 2020.

It's a picturesque canal Vic.

Take a photo.

OK Dave.

A bit more picturesque here. But not much.

I know you are fascinated by that 'hole' in the bridge behind me Vic,

but I'm not going to be in the photo am I?

No, of course not, Dave.

That's alright then.

Odd 'n' sods, some Worcester some not: Thursday, 9th January, 2020.

Foot-fetishists look away now.

Vicky knows whose feet these are but doesn't 

know when her camera took the photo or how.

Owner of the above feet with the chef at Elgars in town.

He's from Slovakia and is the creator of the finest soups 

(amongst other things) and is into his motorbikes.

So we always have a chat with him every time we go there.

One day we'll find out his name.

Two photos sent to us today by Paul which he took in the 

early 1990's at his home in Birmingham.

Top: Vicky with somebody who no longer recognises himself.

Bottom: David, Vicky, Jaspal, Parminder and Paul.

Jaspal in now a successful architect based in London.

Time certainly flies.