Bradford-on-Avon is a medieval town where an Iron Age fort can be found along with the remains of a large ancient Roman villa. The town is set in a valley with the Avon river gently meandering through the town centre. The river provided power for the wool mills which in turn created a very successful textile industry, particularly in the 17th century. It is located just 8 miles from Bath. It is simply one of the most beautiful towns I've ever seen. I've traveled to Tuscany to explore the hill towns but a mere 2 hour train ride away and I'm surrounded by breathtaking countryside with rolling hills juxtaposed against bales of hay dotted on the brown fields, sheep and herds of cows grazing on grasslands.
The ancient town bridge was built in the 13th century and widened in the 17th century.
The mill sits on the riverside was an integral building during the textile industry boom.
War memorial at the park
Bradford-on-Avon is what I deem a sleepy town, tiny in size with a population of a little more than 9000 but it seems to be a busy thoroughfare with cars zipping pass non-stop. It's a wealthy town judging by the fine Georgian houses and the hideously expensive real estate prices.
The town centre is within walking distance from the train centre. I love the colorful potted flowers everywhere.
Market St runs up a steep path uphill. Further up sat a little shop called Piha (Surf and Ski shop), a familiar name to Aucklanders. It's owned by a New Zealander, Paul Stewart. We didn't drop in to have a look as L was moaning that she was dying of hunger. A friendly local stopped and asked us if she could help. She recommended we try Fat Fowl, a cafe by the roadside. It looked bright and cheerful inside and the menu looked interesting. Famous last words.
I decided on the tuna confit with keimato. Absolutely no idea what keimato was until the dish arrived. The TOMATOES looked like they had been dipped in black ink and soaked with fish. Yes, they tasted fishy. Absolutely foul. The tuna confit was dry and bitter. And the pretty dark brown sauce ? You'd never guess it. Sweet soy sauce.
Steve stoically ate the burger despite the grimace on his face. The beef patty looked dry. The food was pretentious and inedible. The only saving grace was the cheerful staff and the bizarre looking piano sitting outside of the cafe.
Families with children gathered by the river and the grounds of Tithe Barn in the weekends. I spotted a family rowing along the river in their kayak.
The immense size of Tithe Barn astounds me as it rivals that of the Cathedrals I've been to. It was built in the early 14th century by the Shaftesbury Abbey to store produce from their farms and tithes from their tenant farmers.
The Anglo-Saxon church is well over a thousand years old. Small in stature but rich in history. It is still used to this day.