Tuesday, October 4, 2016
A Roman Villa
Yesterday morning started out misty. We had breakfast at the hotel and then decided to take a walk with Olga to see the nearby ruins of a Roman villa.
(Being an American -- and from Florida, no less, where practically everything is less than 150 years old -- it still blows my mind to be reminded of the long history of habitation in this part of the world.)
We set out walking according to the directions we got at our hotel, and we didn't have any trouble finding the site. Along the way we passed some horses and little villages and flower gardens with still remarkably fresh-looking cosmos.
And then there we were, at the Roman villa -- which was kind of a disappointment, to be honest. Two landscapers were there mowing and weed-whacking, so as we walked around this site of remarkable antiquity we were assaulted by the annoying buzz of tiny engines. I think they need to manage the lawn as the Romans would have, with grazing sheep.
The building at the far end of the ruins is a shelter that houses a mosaic floor and some other architectural elements from the ruins. The floor is a much-touted feature of this site, but the building was locked, and seemed like it had been locked for some time. So all we could do was peer through the grimy glass window at the equally grimy mosaic. Which, for the record, looks nowhere near as nice as it does here.
But we enjoyed the walk itself, and on the way back we took a different route -- a footpath through the fields that led us back to the village of North Leigh, near our hotel. We passed the village church and the old vicarage (above). It was a scenic little community, plastered throughout with posters advocating against a couple of large proposed housing developments.
There's a pub in North Leigh and we tried to check it out, but alas, it wasn't open. So we went back to our hotel and had a pint out on the lawn, and then came back to the room, relaxed and enjoyed our view:
Oh, and yesterday evening, I used our copper bathtub! Taking a bath isn't really my thing, I gotta say, but Dave was in the shower and we were trying to get ready for dinner, so I thought, "Why not?"
Yes, there's a picture. No, you can't see it.