Heading Bathwards

After the exertions of our wedding anniversary and then the three-year barbecue, Mrs The Millbrooker and I took the opportunity to hop aboard the Iron Horse to see Milly and Trickers and partake of some of their hospitality.


Here's the traditional "sitting in coach H" shot as we departed sunny Plymouth.

'Ere long we were within Chateau MillyTricks and Trickers was manfully struggling with a sunshade with only a token "oh, bugger" to accompany his efforts.

An afternoon of lazily sitting in the sunshine beckoned, but first of all some supplies were required in the form of ale. A trip to Morrison's ensued after which Milly, Mrs The Millbrooker and I took a potter along the River Avon whilst Trickers returned to base in order to prepare some dinner.


The walk began on a new(ish) path on the opposite bank to the Bathwick Boatman. Milly and Mrs The Millbrooker appeared to be enjoying themselves.

Excitingly, there is a new play park bordering the path; an opportunity too good to miss.

With a slight dog-leg right we found ourselves crossing the river and following the towpath along the Kennet and Avon canal toward The George Inn at Bathampton.

And from there (no pint on this occasion) across the Bathampton Toll Bridge.

And back to the Chateau MillyTricks where the master of the house was busying himself with a spit roast bird.

Trickers and I enjoyed doing some "man stuff" which involved watching the chicken rotating on its electrically driven spit for a tad over an hour and a half as we chewed the fat in the sunshine.

I'm fairly sure that it goes without saying that we enjoyed a very yummy dinner of spit roast chicken and barbecued sausages.


The vast grounds of Chateau MillyTricks are teeming with wildlife, attracted by copious quantities of food - how's this for a great treat of an evening. He's a regular visitor, apparently. For those who don't "do" birds it's a young Great Spotted Woodpecker.

There were more adventures to come, but I'll leave those for another time.