and headed west, first detouring a bit north of Bristol to the village of Thornbury, where some of Vicki's ancestors were from. We didn't expect to find much there - we knew that the castle had been turned into a hotel, but since no one in Bath had ever heard of it (it's all of 26 miles away), we figured it wasn't much of a place.
We were pleasantly surprised to find a bustling village (it was market day - parking was a challenge), the church where Vicki's ancestors had been "hatched, matched, and dispatched" -
And just through a wooden door in the stone wall of the churchyard,
there was the castle.
The young man at the front desk very graciously invited us to look around the inside ("No place is off limits"), and he even took our picture in front of the sitting room fireplace.
The trip to Portreath, Cornwall, took much longer than expected - traffic was very heavy on the freeway, so we opted for the much more scenic, but slow, secondary road. But the journey was worth it - what a place!
We settled into our digs
found a great pub next door for dinner (where several other patrons engaged us in conversation), took a steep, wind-swept walk up to the top of the bluff to enjoy the beautiful view, then called it a night.
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