The house was on Sydney Mews, just over the river from the town centre, to get into town we crossed the Pulteney Bridge, which had dinky little shops all along both sides. The day I arrived the weather was beautiful and warm (I wandered around all afternoon wearing a t-shirt, despite it being October), so as soon as the housekeeper left I shot into town to look round and stretch my legs. And visit bookshops, natch.
The bridge is just upstream from the weir.
I headed up the hill to the Circus.
And then on to the Royal Cresent, via a bookshop with a very chatty owner who recognised me, despite me not knowing him from Adam, and asked me to authenticate a signature in a first edition of Angela Brazil's The Fortunes of Phillippa, then tried to convince me that it was worth £100. He failed, which was just as well considering the amount I spent next day at the book fair (more on that later). I'd like to own it, but not that much.
Apparently all the houses behind the facade are different, the purchasers bought a section of facade then decided what they wanted behind it. We tried to get round the back to have a look, but we couldn't get close enough.
Next I walked back into town via the gardens in front of the Crescent (Victoria Park?)
And back into town.
I didn't go into the Abbey on the Friday, just admired it from the outside.
The bookshops and charity shops were pretty much of a disappointment, sadly.