
The figures with Father Time in the center. I did loiter expecting to hear the hour struck but unsure if my timing off or it no longer works.

At the crossroads of the pedestrian streets. Now a bank and taken before 5 pm when daylight was well on the way out.

Remaining Tudor architecture at the top. Seems that quite a few of the buildings had their facades renovated.

Presented to the Science and Art Society in 1893 in memory of a dead husband. Now the museum. Didn’t get to visit it as it closes early and I didn’t fancy paying a fair amount of money for an hour.

Shop on the left inspired by Beatrix Potter’s story about a tailor. The story is in the next photo. The lane way is quiet and pretty and also houses an attractively laid out shop selling handmade items.

The Tailor of Gloucester from a notice at the Folk Museum Click on photo if you want to read the writing.

A waistcoat from the early 1800s on display in the Folk Museum but from an earlier period than the Beatrix Potter story.

My home for 8 nights. I was so used to being told that things tasted differently in England that on a previous pub outing with family I’d drunk 1/2 glass of lemonade before mentioning that it tasted odd. It was odd – no syrup had been added. The same thing happened in my pub and the drink was taken, with bad grace, by the barmaid for her to have an about turn when her taste showed I was right. The equipment was faulty again.














