There is no better way of spending a sunny Sunday morning than breakfast at The Castle in Bradford-on-Avon. A guardian readers dream.
Having convinced ourselves that we weren’t that hungry, Bella and I made short work of the full breakfast, nattered non-stop, covered every topic under the sun which shone down on us the righteous.
Is that the big hotel what you got married out of? Curently run/ owned by the son of the guy I work with...
ReplyDeleteNo this is what used to be the most run down pub in town that underwent a major makeover and now is the haunt of the chattering classes of BOA - v nice and nice rooms as well. You should come stay!!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe it. I actually have breakfast, sorry, brunch reflected in my eyes! People are going to think I am a right fat b****h now!
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