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Part 6 of 8Tagging along to London

Stonehenge, momo and the Cotswolds

An organised tour from Stonehenge to Bath, a plate of momo and the Cotswold village I had asked for.

By Thawaio1 min read2 May 2022 · Stonehenge, Bath and Castle Combe

Close view of the great grey sarsen stones of Stonehenge, with a lintel resting across two uprights, on green grass under a cloudy sky.
Sarsens and a trilithon at Stonehenge, 2 May.

On 2 May, the three of us joined an organised tour. Stonehenge came first, followed by Bath and the Cotswolds.

Stonehenge

A bright yellow field of rapeseed in flower stretching to the horizon under a grey sky.
Rapeseed fields on the way, 2 May.
The stone circle of Stonehenge standing on a wide, flat green plain, with a line of visitors to the right.
Our first view of the stones.
Three round huts with thick thatched roofs and white walls beside a gravel path, with a few visitors walking past.
The reconstructed Neolithic houses at the visitor centre.

Bath

The tall Gothic west end of Bath Abbey beside a row of old buildings with gabled roofs, seen across a road and a green roundabout.
Bath Abbey.
The curved steps of a weir on a green river, below an old stone bridge lined with buildings.
Pulteney Weir and Pulteney Bridge.
The long, sweeping curve of the Royal Crescent’s stone terrace behind a wide striped lawn, under heavy grey cloud. The faces of two people on the lawn are pixelated.
The Royal Crescent.

At a Nepalese restaurant in Bath, we ate momo.

A plate of steamed dumplings with a small pot of orange dipping sauce and a green salad with tomato and cucumber, on a café table with a red napkin.
Momo in Bath.

There, I saw sel roti, a traditional round rice bread. It reminded me of something I ate every year during my childhood. I asked whether I could buy some, but I was told it was not for sale. It was not on the menu, and I did not quite have the courage to ask whether I could have some anyway.

Castle Combe

I had originally wanted to visit Nottingham, because of Robin Hood, but I could not work it into the itinerary. The Cotswolds became my next choice, because I love traditional English cottages. My third choice, mostly as a joke, was 221B Baker Street, the address of Sherlock Holmes.

A Cotswold village was something I had specifically asked my wife to include. We went to Castle Combe.

A row of honey-coloured stone cottages with steep stone-tiled roofs along a sloping village street, with yellow flowers by a garden wall.
Cottages in Castle Combe.
A narrow village street between old stone houses, with a few people walking down the middle of the road.
The main street.
A quiet lane curving between grey stone cottages with dark wooded hills behind.
A lane through the village.