What rhymes with Towanroath?

I dunno, but it's where we're staying. Towenroath is the name of the house that we're at, much like the previous house was called (properly now) "Budds Oast".
Our hosts are my uncle Bob and my aunt Sue, who are both very cheery and entertaining.

Apologies to both for the poor choice of picture but, unfortunately, it's the best I've got of both of you.

To everyone else: This picture was taken last night at dinner. Dinner itself was rather good, and Bob commented a number of times that he'd never seen so much cider being drunk in a single evening.

But enough of that. Let's get on to what we did for the day. Well, we started by walking through thick fields a "Stinging Nettles", a delightful english plant that irritates the skin with a mild burning sensation for hours after ou have brushed against it. Most of us did our walk in shorts and t-shirt, which made for some interesting times later.
At the conclusion of our nettled walk, we had lunch here.
After lunch, we had a stumble through the nearby town of Clive.

I have photographed the appropriate cairn, just in case you didn't believe me.
The heart of Clive is this 1000+ year old church, built originally by the Normans.
A closer shot of the church, which handily shows the hill which we were about to climb.
Climbing the hill allowed us this view. As usual, the camera doesn't do the experience justice.

On the other side of the hill, we stopped by yet another pub for dinner before moseying back to Towenroath for supper.

It's a hard life when you're on vacation.

Oh yeah, England was eliminated by Portugal in the World Cup of Soccer. My sympathies to the English fans out there.