You speak the local language

You speak the local language
STROUD: when I woke up the schedule for the day was to go for a walk at May Hill in the morning, and visit Lynn Chadwick Sculpture Park in the afternoon. However, by the time I got to the kitchen G. and D. had already changed their minds. They wanted to go to somewhere else, Bath or Stratford-upon-Avon, where we could enjoy a Saturday afternoon theatre matinee, which was to be followed by a diner at Hilles House.
While having breakfast and discussing what to do, followed by a short walk along the rural road, the cold had definitely made our minds in to a walk in the not so touristic English countryside. Anyway, D and me, we both were feeling a heavy-height hanging on the back of our head – consequences of drinking different wines on the previous night.
Returning back in to the house we all decided to go with L.’s suggestion. A warm and rejuvenescent bath at Bath’s sauna facilities! The best answer for our hangover! D. got me some shorts and them we got to G.’s place to get her bikini.

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The trip from Stroud to Bath took as much as 45 minutes. Quite pleasurable! G. drove us through some local road, which made the voyage even more appealing.
When at Bath, D. was famished and wanted to go for lunch. Something light, like a sandwich.
- “This looks like a nice shop. Can you go inside and ask if they can do me a cheese sandwich, please!” said D. to G. has he was opening the door. “You speak the local language.”
- “Sorry, but we did not have bought any bread today”, said the young person behind the counter.
Strangely enough, there was a basket full of nice, tasty and homemade bread at the entrance, with a price tag attached!
Between noisy restaurants and crowd pubs we found a restaurant almost empty and not that noisy near Bath's Theatre Royal.
- “If we were going to have a two hours’ sauna with spa we definitely have to eat something before”, said I. “It is almost two in the afternoon!”
By the time we ordered, our minds had already made another strategic move. The piper has called us to join him, with a pint of Ginger beer and a glass of white wine we were going for the complete meal, and forget the two hours’ of warm water.

Late that night, after dinner, sitting down at the kitchen with a cup of tea, G., D. and me schedule the following day: to wake at what time we wanted; go for breakfast and soon after a refreshing walk; followed by lunch for nine, around 2pm. As it as became a habit on those days, things on the following day did turn out completely different: wake-up at 8.30am; leave to G.’s home; visit Lynn Chadwick Sculpture Park around 12am – came back and find a couple with their car stuck in the lane in front of the house; have Thomas Dane and Caragh Thuring for tea, around 1pm; and lunch for 8 people, afterwards.