Bishop's Palace Moat at Wells Cathedral, Wells.
When I was a child, my Great Aunt Cranky travelled all over the world, she was a prolific postcard sender and we loved receiving them and learning about the world. I've copied a couple of her postcards below.
These swans are just a little way from our hotel at Wells. Coming to bath today, we passed through towns with the oddest names such as Stoke-under-Ham, Midsomer-Norton, Stretton-on-Fosse and Peasedown St John & Combe Hay.
Lots of love, Nan (aka Cranky)
Dear Merry, (my sister)
The swans were so greedy, pulling the bell rope all the day, now the rope is only let down to where they can reach it twice a day. They have learnt which are the times to swim in that part of the moat.
Lots of love, Nan
They've moved a wall or is it a hedge that went down the the water on the left.
|I get the feeling this Lion was looking at me! or maybe he was just admiring our Taxi :-)|