When in Frome...
Perhaps I know what a kindergarten teacher feels like. Or a mother, circa 1800, with 12 children. It's 6:30am and we've been spotted by the lambs. These Exmoor lambs, with their perfectly fluffy teddy bear faces, and little plump legs, are the muse of every stuffed lamb maker out there. But don't be fooled, they are waiting for breakfast, like a wild pack of screaming children, bleating their little faces off. The sounds seems magnified in the still morning air, and hustle as we might, we are not as fast an their usual caretakers. As we follow procedure, feeding the chickens, ducks, and rams first, the lamb pack has come to the close gate, faces poking out over the rungs. They stink-eye us up and down, their bleating now more shrill, it seems. The ruckus has wound up the rams a bit, and they throw in their own voices, which sound like the Simpson's character Barney, an unabashed belching of sorts.
Before the gathering fluffy beasts can attack, we wind our way through the crowd, and Julie saves the day by providing the precious mix of sheep biscuits that soothes the little lambs and ewes.
In our little village of Somerset, there are two pubs, one milk station (a machine that dispenses straight-from-the-farm grass fed milk), and a man who makes his own gelato (via his own cows), especially for the weekends. The iconic red phone booths that are now falling out of favor, are being used in various creative ways. Some are becoming small part of small coffee stands, or as this village one is, a free library exchange.
We took a day trip to Frome, a 4 mile drive with about 10 roundabouts that we white knuckled our way through. Julie was a natural, but I was sweating the whole time, with the "stay to the left" mantra on repeat. Yes, England does love their roundabouts. Also, the country roads are narrow enough for about 1.5 cars to get through. Everyone just really has to suck it up a bit to pass. And people are really quite polite about it.
Frome has a long and rich history, which includes this Church, having been founded in late 600c.e. Beside the church ran an old Roman-Saxon road, which could be followed a fair bit before giving way to modern pavement.
In the center of Frome, there are many narrow winding streets. I especially enjoyed "Cheap Street", which had a small, moss-lined canal that ran clear water straight up the middle. Our hosts said that children go crazy for that water in the summer, and that every once in a while, someone will "fall in". Mind you, you'd have to work hard to get your foot at the right angle to actually get in there. Nevertheless, offended by wet socks, these stumblers try in vain to get the canal paved over. I'm glad they have not yet succeeded.