30th July 2014
Rise and shine!! Today we depart via Chiltern Railways to Stratford-upon-Avon where we will spend 2 days there, and the 3rd day in quaint, old Cotswolds. From our apartment, we took the DLR and transferred to the underground tube stopping at Marylebone station where we purchased our train tickets. Again, dad had done the homework on prices and travel duration.
| Our breakfast: Bread with cold ham, ginseng tea (yes! all the way from Malaysia... mom has instructed me to boil for dad), fresh blueberries and raspberries with Muller yogurt, orange juice |
| ... and we polished off the other half the pizza |
| The reason for this picture because it brought back fragrant memories of hubby (then-boyfriend) would occasionally buy flowers for me if he has some spare change in his pocket ;P |
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| Top: the train we took, Bottom: no we did not cycle to SuA |
I'd like to note that the trains were all clean and pleasantly equipped with tables either mini foldable ones or sharing ones for 4 pax, as well as charging points for electrical gadgets. It was not crowded though the seats are filled to almost 60% of the coach.
Stratford-upon-Avon greeted us with warm sunshine and clear blue skies. Dad took only a backpack, whilst I had my trolley bag and backpack on top of my handbag. Glad I took an extra bag, because later I discovered Morrisons was along the way from our B&B to town.
From the train station, we took the right turn and walked along Alcester Road, looking for Mil-Mar Bed and Breakfast where dad has booked us in for the next two nights. It was quite a long walk as we walked facing the afternoon sunshine and admiring the local houses at the same time.
Pleasantly surprised when we arrived at No.96... FLOWERS!!!
| Captured this... beautiful pink roses against a local house |
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| Flowers and more flowers decorate the compound of Mil-Mar B&B |
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| Our room |
Sandra, the host at Mil-Mar, greeted us and showed us our room with two single beds on the ground floor. Our view was the front, and we had an en-suite bathroom. The dining room was conveniently located just opposite our room, where we will have breakfast the next morning at 9am.
After checking in and quickly connecting to their free wifi (because we realized the night before that our usage has been overly fast and may not be able to last throughout the 10 days if we were to continue at this rate), we rested awhile. Dad wanted to stay in to continue his afternoon siesta, and although I was not keen to get baked in the summer sun, I wasn't keen to hibernate indoors as well. So, we decided that I will go gallivanting myself for the next 2 hours, meeting back in the B&B.
I headed towards town, but along the way discovered this building with trolleys and open car park, and some people walking out of it with shopping bags. *Ding ding*... do I smell something?? RETAIL!!! It's Morrisons, which honestly I was not familiar with this chain as I don't recall seeing it in Sheffield during uni days. Oh well... does it matter anyway??
Grocery shopping is a bliss whenever in a western country. I could get lost in the aisle and occupy myself reading labels, comparing prices, admiring the assortment of cheese and ham, tempting myself at the liquor section, rummaging through BARGAIN items at the children's rack, and lots more! Now it's really bad if the prices are always single digit, because it gives you the false impression that it's really cheap, right? And believe me, I'm so bad at maths when it comes to multiplication of 5.5
Anyway, half way through I reminded myself that I have limited baggage space, but that's after I've painstakingly picked what I wanted, so I consoled myself that I will just handcarry the items in plastic bags all the way back to London! So what did I buy? Well... clothes, scones, wine, biscuits, fruits (GBP3 for 2 big 500g boxes of any berries - blue, straw or rasp and cherries!), chocolate powder, detergent for the apartment and baking flour even! That's probably not my full declaration *innocent eyes* and did I mention that I bought cheese and ham in Melbourne to tapau back to KL? I attempted the same here, only their cheese (glorious, glorious cheese flavours) all have very close expiry dates.
Different parts of town...
We did a preliminary discovery of the town, walking along only a couple of main streets and leaving the rest for tomorrow. Our mission now was mainly to look for dinner at this specific pub called the Dirty Duck along the Waterside or the Black Swan.
After checking in and quickly connecting to their free wifi (because we realized the night before that our usage has been overly fast and may not be able to last throughout the 10 days if we were to continue at this rate), we rested awhile. Dad wanted to stay in to continue his afternoon siesta, and although I was not keen to get baked in the summer sun, I wasn't keen to hibernate indoors as well. So, we decided that I will go gallivanting myself for the next 2 hours, meeting back in the B&B.
I headed towards town, but along the way discovered this building with trolleys and open car park, and some people walking out of it with shopping bags. *Ding ding*... do I smell something?? RETAIL!!! It's Morrisons, which honestly I was not familiar with this chain as I don't recall seeing it in Sheffield during uni days. Oh well... does it matter anyway??
Grocery shopping is a bliss whenever in a western country. I could get lost in the aisle and occupy myself reading labels, comparing prices, admiring the assortment of cheese and ham, tempting myself at the liquor section, rummaging through BARGAIN items at the children's rack, and lots more! Now it's really bad if the prices are always single digit, because it gives you the false impression that it's really cheap, right? And believe me, I'm so bad at maths when it comes to multiplication of 5.5
Anyway, half way through I reminded myself that I have limited baggage space, but that's after I've painstakingly picked what I wanted, so I consoled myself that I will just handcarry the items in plastic bags all the way back to London! So what did I buy? Well... clothes, scones, wine, biscuits, fruits (GBP3 for 2 big 500g boxes of any berries - blue, straw or rasp and cherries!), chocolate powder, detergent for the apartment and baking flour even! That's probably not my full declaration *innocent eyes* and did I mention that I bought cheese and ham in Melbourne to tapau back to KL? I attempted the same here, only their cheese (glorious, glorious cheese flavours) all have very close expiry dates.
Different parts of town...
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| Flowers are aplentiful... hanging from window sills and above doorways, and pubs are normally decorated with big colorful petunias, which happen to be one of my favourite flowers |
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| This is the Shrieves House, which is the oldest lived-in house in Stratford. Now a privately run museum. Can you imagine squeaking doors? |
| Fancy a coat, anyone? |
We did a preliminary discovery of the town, walking along only a couple of main streets and leaving the rest for tomorrow. Our mission now was mainly to look for dinner at this specific pub called the Dirty Duck along the Waterside or the Black Swan.
Spent some time soaking in the atmosphere along River Avon that runs through town, where there's a park next to it. I recall being here albeit shortly in 2010 feeding swans and ducks.
| River Avon in the evening. |
Price for any 2 course meal from a selection of choices - only GBP7.99 and for Dad's gammon steak, additional GBP1. Reasonable, no? We had red and white wine to go with.
The walk back was unexpectedly colder but bearable. Not sure if dad in his knee-length shorts felt the same. I randomly flipped through the local channels back in our room, but nothing interest me. Thank God for free wifi... haha!
























