After an auspicious beginning, we were off from Manchester in our (2nd) rental car and driving on the other side of the road:
We decided to throw caution to the wind and take a weekend trip from Manchester out into the country. The Hub worked a half-day and then we were picked up by the rental company, only to find out that they had no GPS's in any car in their fleet and they not reserved an automatic for us. I can drive a stick shift, but I am not so certain how well I would do with it left handed instead of right...so they hunted down and found us an automatic at another location...when we arrived at the second location, we found out that there was a place to buy a map up the road, so we set our sights on there first. But, within minutes we discovered that there was something seriously wrong with the car-at stop lights it lurched and calmed down in neutral. Hmmm.....
We decided to turn around and go back to the rental place-the mechanic took a look under the hood and asked whether we had had it serviced recently...umm, since we had the car a total of 13 minutes, that wasn't possible...he told us then that someone had left the oil cap off and there was oil all over the engine as a result. Yikes! Thank goodness we turned around-we would have been stranded on the side of the English highway system for sure.
So, a new car was organized and we were off...what we didn't know is that while all of this was going on, we were losing valuable daylight...and by the time we drove to our destination for the weekend, it was pitch-black and were driving on the opposite side of the road than we were accustomed to driving...on winding 2 lane roads with thick hedges that looked like concrete walls and were closer to my side of the car than I was happy about....
After a good dinner, some wine and a good night's rest, we were ready to get back in the car again, and at the suggestion of our hosts, we headed up to the town of Church Stretton and the hills above, where we got out and did a little hiking about:
We then found our way to the little city of Much Wenlock, and drooled over the local pottery in the shop windows:
...before finding our way back to where we were staying. We passed a lot of sheep on our travels about and even saw a sign that read "Please don't feed the sheep"!
I would be absolutely remiss if I didn't mention that we stayed at a wonderful B & B in Shropshire, very close to Ludlow: The Stone Barn Guest House. Here are some pictures and then the link. Our hosts, Helen and Colin were absolutely terrific. I have to be honest with you all, this is the first B&B we have stayed in...I wasn't completely sure that we were B&B sorts...after our stay here, though, it is settled. If every Bed & Breakfast is as warm and inviting as this one, maybe I am one of those sorts. Helen and Colin were interesting, very kind, and made our visit to that part of the UK so great. They gave us suggestions of places to visit, made reservations for us at a Michelin starred restaurant (which they then canceled once we tasted the amazing dinner that Helen cooked-we decided to eat in both nights it was that yummy!) and offered us a lovely glass of wine when we arrived. If you are ever in the region, I hope that you will look them up-we liked it so much, that I think that we have gotten Helen on-board for a cooking weekend with us (and maybe a few of our friends?...). They have 5 guest rooms...and this old stone barn has been updated and made into a wonderful place to hang your hat for a few days.
Don't you like the Hub's attempt at making the bed? You can tell his part is on the left, huh? After our stay at The Stone Barn, we were off again, winding our way back to Manchester in order to fly out on Sunday morning. We wound our way through the edge of Wales and then into the town of Chester. We arrived on a busy Saturday in the shopping area...and walked around, did a little shopping of our own-Robert found a new pair of Timberland boots and I drooled over the woolens in the Joules store there. Chester is full of Tudor-style buildings and was really pretty!
We were sad to leave quaint Chester, but alas, had a plane to catch the next morning...so one more cup of tea and a mince pie and we were off to an impersonal hotel at the airport...dreaming of Helen's chicken with garlic cream cheese and her goulash.....and planning our next visit.....
