ROMSEY, ENGLAND
ROMSEY, ENGLAND
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner last night and parted with promises of getting together for another cruise in a couple of years. The time flew by so quickly on this one. We marvelled at how we picked up just where we left off.
We didn't have to disembark the ship until 9 and just before we did, I had Reception call our taxi driver to say that we would meet him outside the terminal hoping to avoid the disaster that we had in New York City. This time all went smoothly and before we knew it, we were headed to the village of Romsey and the White Horse Inn. The Inn originated in the 12th century as a guesthouse for the local Abbey. Only the stone cellars and a few ovens survived a renovation in Tudor times. The name has survived and the hotel prides itself on being among a group of twelve that have served in the hospitality industry continuously since the 14th century.
Our room wasn't ready so we stowed our luggage and went for a walk around the town. I should mention that the weather is glorious - sunny and warm. We found ourselves in a local park beside a river. After a stroll around the park, we found a bench in the shade and spent a pleasant hour and a half.
Back at the Inn, we checked in and decided to head out to look for either a restaurant or fixings for a picnic. After prowling around different bakeries and delis, we came upon an upscale grocery store, Waitrose, where we picked up a salad, fresh buns, cheese, and Serrano ham. We decided that we would enjoy our picnic in the park with a glass of champagne. (We took the welcoming bottle we were given from the ship.)
Between all the hunting for food and sightseeing, I went into a bank and changed all my old British money for new. I took with me some British money that Warren and I must have had left over from our previous trip here too many years ago to count. We also went on the hunt for the oldest house in Romsey. Amazingly, no one at the hotel knew where it was or what it looked like now. We only knew about it because our taxi driver pointed it out to us on the way. This is most definitely not a tourist town! The tourist centre was a few brochures in the Town Hall.
Three o'clock found us back at the room and in bed where we promptly both fell asleep for a couple of hours! Our plan now is to relax, prepare our picnic, and head for the park to eat. Then it's back here until it's time for Victor, our taxi driver, to pick us up at 7:10 tomorrow morning and take us to the airport for our hour flight to Amsterdam.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner last night and parted with promises of getting together for another cruise in a couple of years. The time flew by so quickly on this one. We marvelled at how we picked up just where we left off.
We didn't have to disembark the ship until 9 and just before we did, I had Reception call our taxi driver to say that we would meet him outside the terminal hoping to avoid the disaster that we had in New York City. This time all went smoothly and before we knew it, we were headed to the village of Romsey and the White Horse Inn. The Inn originated in the 12th century as a guesthouse for the local Abbey. Only the stone cellars and a few ovens survived a renovation in Tudor times. The name has survived and the hotel prides itself on being among a group of twelve that have served in the hospitality industry continuously since the 14th century.
Our room wasn't ready so we stowed our luggage and went for a walk around the town. I should mention that the weather is glorious - sunny and warm. We found ourselves in a local park beside a river. After a stroll around the park, we found a bench in the shade and spent a pleasant hour and a half.
Back at the Inn, we checked in and decided to head out to look for either a restaurant or fixings for a picnic. After prowling around different bakeries and delis, we came upon an upscale grocery store, Waitrose, where we picked up a salad, fresh buns, cheese, and Serrano ham. We decided that we would enjoy our picnic in the park with a glass of champagne. (We took the welcoming bottle we were given from the ship.)
Between all the hunting for food and sightseeing, I went into a bank and changed all my old British money for new. I took with me some British money that Warren and I must have had left over from our previous trip here too many years ago to count. We also went on the hunt for the oldest house in Romsey. Amazingly, no one at the hotel knew where it was or what it looked like now. We only knew about it because our taxi driver pointed it out to us on the way. This is most definitely not a tourist town! The tourist centre was a few brochures in the Town Hall.
Three o'clock found us back at the room and in bed where we promptly both fell asleep for a couple of hours! Our plan now is to relax, prepare our picnic, and head for the park to eat. Then it's back here until it's time for Victor, our taxi driver, to pick us up at 7:10 tomorrow morning and take us to the airport for our hour flight to Amsterdam.
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