Despite a beautiful evening yesterday the wind whipped up the canal finding its way under tarpaulin covers and into open windows. Our park up for the night was perfect. Alongside the canal with the police station behind us. Little chance of boy racers coming in during the night, (which they did not).
The morning began gently. The canal side waking up to a few dog walkers, narrowboats stopping to pump out their waste and a handful of kayakers who slipped by virtually unnoticed. We were in no need to leave Devizes too early, so walked into the nearby town to visit the Sunday market in the shambles market hall.
The market hall is ear marked for change by the local
council, who want to turn it into a food market to appeal to younger people.
We'll watch and wait to see what is decided on its future.
Lunch bought we decided to walk along the tow path to the Caen locks. A flight of twenty-nine locks which take five to six hours to pass through. As we sat at a picnic table near one of the locks, we thought we might like to cycle alongside the Kennet and Avon canal. A ride of eighty-seven miles between Reading and Bristol. We calculated we'd need four or five days taking it nice and slowly, camping along the way. Another trip to try and accommodate this year.
Just before four o' clock, a little too late to be setting off really, we fired up Marge, pleased we'd had the opportunity to empty our toilet at the boat facilities. Our drive took us across Salisbury Plain to the large and pretty village of Tisbury.
Then onto a narrow, no, very narrow road with worryingly, just a couple of passing places to tonight's stop. The car park at Wardour Castle.
Wow! That was worth the drive wasn't it, Marge? Wardour castle as a location in Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves dates back to the fourteenth century, It sits beside a pretty fishing lake adorned with pink and yellow water lilies.
The backdrop to the castle, tall
trees of oak and fir which stretch skyward towards a vibrant blue summer sky.
What a beautiful English setting. Looks like it might be just us here tonight,
Marge? Hope the castle ruins aren't haunted.