One of the tastiest treats was visiting Bradford on Avon in fecund Wiltshire where Ruth May Fox lived as a little girl. Our ancestor's on mom's side go WAY back there - probably to Anglo-Saxon times. It was mind-blowing to BE in this deeply-rooted home of my DNA...to realise that I, wandering around in my current mortal tabernacle, exist because of the people who walked here years ago. So the top picture is Bradford just as you're entering it. It's called Bradford on Avon because it's on the River Avon. The second picture is of the River Avon. Trust me--the pictures hardly do it justice! Bradford is like the quintessence of English history and quaintness.
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