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Travelling with Annie.

Reached Taunton after four hours of gruelling travel.John ,the host came to pick us up and waited patiently for over an hour as we were delayed enroute.He even waited patiently while we picked up some groceries and took us around and showed us all the nitty-gritties and the essential.
The place we are booked in is away from the hustle and bustle of town,a good five miles or so away.Oakes is a lovely exclusive town centred around an anglican church with a single village shop,a post office,and beautiful big houses with lovely gardens,horses, sheep farms and a pub.We walked around the village appreciating the house designs ,the colour and the beauty of the flowers.
The rectory we are staying in is from the 1700s ,a very charming english cottage with lots of books ,very english crockeries and we had a lovely sponge cake awaiting us.
Annie and myself are figuring out ways to get to Bath,Glastonbury and the coast on either side before we make our way to Edinburgh.We plan to catch the longest heritage train to get across Somerset for a day,perhaps tomorrow.
The drive to where we are based is breathtaking ,reminded me of Suckley in Worcester,beautiful english countryside.
Forgot to pack my telephone charger,got a lecture from my little niece Annie about being more organised.She has found a way through the lap-top and a thumb drive.

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