I'm still catching up on blogging my experiences. Today I'll be reminiscing about the day trip Sarah and I took to Claverton Wier the last week in September. After four weeks in England I had become relatively adjusted to the overcast eighteen degree (Celsius that is) weather. Then one morning a awoke to a ten degree jump and crystal clear blue skies. One of the first weekends here some British blokes mentioned the weir. We had no choice but to take an English country adventure.
A short bus ride and a quick walk over the railroad tracks led us to this beautiful meadow. Turn right and less than two minutes later revealed the most splendid weir I have ever seen. Okay so I've never actually been to any other weirs, but this one was perfect.
We spent the rest of the day swimming,
dancing,
snoozing,
and entertaining a few visitors, including this man who photographed Sarah's ballet positions from afar,
and this man, running in the background, who stopped by for a quick skinny dip.
After returning to Bath, we joined Manda and Amy at the Crescent, for a picnic dinner and to relax in the grass.
I rounded off this wonderful day with British vs. American Pub Trivia at the Huntsman with the rest of ASE. Although we lost, a good time was had by all.
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