Ruth was adamant that being in the West Country she needed to eat a cream tea in front of a roaring open fire. She got the roaring, open fire in Glastonbury- where were had lunch in the front parlour of the famous medieval inn- the George and Pilgrims- and she got her scone with cream and jam in Wells, where we had afternoon tea in the cathedral restaurant.
Wells is gorgeous- England's smallest cathedral city- and one of the prettiest. We visited all the charity shops- and Ailz bought a toy rat with buck teeth and dredlocks who plays rock music when you squeeze his tummy.
We listened to the inaurguration on the car radio as we drove north along country roads to Bristol.