Our first of the two Big Dayâs OutTM of the holiday. Today we drove to Freshford, the village of my Mumâs birth (just a fraction south of Bath), and had a wander round the very picturesque village, and we successfully found my grandparents grave (a family grave, with about six people squeezed in on top of the original two occupants.
We then had a delicious meal in the New Inn (now just The Inn), before crossing the river to Iford Manor and to enjoy its Italianesque Peto Garden and their tranquil beauty. Itâs sumptuous and relaxing and altogether lovely, and with a slight family connection in that my Mumâs grandfather and his brothers â the Male and Marchants of Freshford who were stone masons did much of the work to create the gardens.
On the way home, Em and I had another game of Pub Cricket â something to which I introduced her to the drive up â whereby one person bats and one fields, the former chasing runs, or pubs with legs attached (The Red Lion) and the latter fields, by seeking pubs that are named after objects (The Crown). Its good fun, and passes the time through Salisbury at rush hour…
