Left Bourton on the Wsger this morning about 8:20 and drove to Swindon, which was about 39 miles away. This took us about an hour and then we proceeded to get lost in Swindon. We passed the same Aldi's grocery four times, asked directions three times, got escorted by a nice lady one time (who also didn't know which way to go). The problem was that the street was shut down for a few blocks as a pedestrian mall and you couldn't get there from here...
We finally found our way, and it took an hour. Then we tried to tell them that we hadn't done any of the dents and nicks, and the agent found a paper under the cover in the boot which vindicated us and had a list of all the damage. Whew! Bus back to London, quick grab of a late lunch, and off to the British Museum for a couple of hours. Then off to the nearest pub for a pint and supper. The pub was really great, lots of young locals, great decor--big carved fireplace and carvings on the ceiling. Beer was twice what it was in the countryside, but what the hey. Tomorrow is the London Tower and then the Royal Observatory at Greenwich, where my husband is determined to have his picure taken standing on the prime meridian.
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