Our digs in Frome, a 17th century publick house. My friend Jeff and I stayed here to celebrate our friend Jeremy's wedding last NYE to the lovely Penny. They postponed the wedding reception until Midsummer. Frome is a lovely town on the Avon (I am told "Avon" means "river," so to refer to the "river Avon" is redundant, redundant). Eminently walkable and very friendly, it was marred only by too many "To Let" signs along the main drag, indicative of our recent economic blitzkrieg.

But once in From, it is possible to get almost anywhere else you might possibly want to go: