Flying Snail & Bradford on Avon Whizz

Woke this morning to a damp day. Opened the blinds at the front of the house to see this apparition - you'd believe a snail could fly!

After breakfast, we set off on a jaunt to Bradford on Avon, which turned into an expedition because the most direct route was shut for roadworks. This meant we had to go via Box, seeing lots of greenery on the way.

Bradford on Avon is an old pretty town, with some historic parts. This street is The Shambles (a lot smaller than Manchester's before it was redeveloped). 

We went for a coffee in our favourite establishment there, complete with a display rack of small person's coloured wellingtons.

This was where we had our coffee - they do great food and good music upstairs occasionally in the evening.

Newly opened next door (I suspect, run by the same people from the rather risqué name) is this delicatessen.

Opposite is the only Sustainable Supermarket I can ever recall seeing.

Round the corner, the quirkiness extended to the signs on fruit and vegetables in the greengrocer's shop. 

Getting into and leaving Bradford on Avon is a bit of a squeeze - with these immovable looming walls and buildings from a bygone age.  It can sometimes take as long to get up or down the hill into town as it does to travel the rest of the way there, but thankfully not today.

Su met up with a friend for lunch while I came home and retrieved some stuff from the attic before acceding to Bella's desire to go for a walk.  It had warmed up, and was slightly brighter by then. Our neighbour's sweet peas looked lovely after the rain.

Even the heart-shaped bindweed leaves are enhanced by a few raindrops.

 Further along, saw this carpet of fallen fuchsia flowers

These are still attached to the bush.

Out in the fields, saw this bag left on a fence. I don't understand why people go to the bother of collecting their dog's output and then leave it somewhere like this. Who do they think is going to come and collect it for them?

Took Bella up to Charlcombe churchyard, where she had a happy time diving in and out of the Holy Well before settling down with an enormous branch and happily chewing it. I nattered to our old allotment neighbours who were up there enjoying the calm (until I turned up!).

This day a year ago, Su was rightly very proud of her very first ever crop of garlic!