Leaving your mark

It seems as though earlier generations of Petreans have felt the need to leave their mark behind. As we sat in the Peterhouse chapel, listening to Edward singing, we moved a hymn book and found this underneath.  

A day to be a proud parent

Sometimes, it's good to stand back and think "job well done". This was one such occasion. We were so proud of Edward and delighted to see him graduate yesterday. A blow by blow account for Grandparents, Godparents and friends can be found on our other blog, here

How many pillows are enough?

Just wondering if anyone ever asks for extra pillows in this hotel?

 

Not quite what one might expect

We enjoyed the company of Miriam, a friend from New York, overnight and did the usual thing by cramming every waking moment with sightseeing and activity. Poor Miriam struggled to overcome her jet lag and did amazingly well to stay awake until almost 10pm - a real achievement.

Besides going out into the Cotswolds countryside and trying to avoid the usual tourist honeypots, we dipped into Pittville Pump Rooms, Cheltenham, to illustrate why the name on the railway station signs is "Cheltenham Spa". Having spent a while describing the nature and activities involved in this kind of spa (as opposed to a place with jacuzzis and steam rooms) it came as a small disappointment to find this:
 

Another photograph from yesterday

Rachel John's small exhibition at Voirrey Embroidery was well worth the detour.