Crack...

After 4 miles, we arrived in Bradford (i was told that any town with a "Ford" in its name meant that you could 'ford' the river at that point) and had a quick look see.  Gorgeous place - former factory town of Avon Tires.  Then the women insisted we stop for a tea and scone.  Of course, accompanying the scone is the most dreaded English invention ever... Clotted Cream.  Imagine a dairy product with the consistency of softened butter, but the taste of whipped cream.  My sisters took to this like starving dogs to a steak.  They FORCED me to join them...

Heart attack on a stick.

The bus stop where I waited for a return trip to Limpley Stoke.  My sisters walked back.  

A small church in Bradford.