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Day Four, Tostock, continued
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| Bob hangs out the laundry in Sandlappers back garden. | A goose lives in the back garden, too. |
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| Tostock's main road. The village green is on the right, just out of the picture. | The village green and one more shot of that wonderful chestnut tree. |
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| Blackberries grew along the lane where I strolled. | A profusion of riches. |
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Dead ripe and ready to eat. In fact...
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Bob and I picked a bucket of them, and Margaret made a berry crumble for supper. |
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Day Five, Bury St. Edmunds, Lavenham
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| We took the bus from Tostock to Bury to meet Syd's daughter and husband. This pub in Bury bills itself as the smallest pub in the world. | Syd, his daughter Jill and husband Michael, Bob and I spent the afternoon at the ancient wool town of Lavenham. This is the historic Guild Hall. |
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| Lavenham is a town frozen in time. | Another Tudor house, done in historic colors. Note that the timbers are not painted black, as most are. That was a Victorian fancy that missed Lavenham. |
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| This color is Suffolk pink, a marker for Suffolk County homes. | The Swan hotel and restaurant meanders down the main road in Lavenham. |
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| Bob awaits the call to dinner. Marian prepared an elegant meal for the occasion. | Dinner and chat with friends make for a delightful evening. |
