Went on a bit of a search around Steven's home town.Steven's mum has given him some homework, he may have ignored it and pretended he didn't get the email, but a pub was mentioned, she knows him well.
So we set off looking for the Swan Hotel in Astwood.
The ceilings were too low for Steven but the beer was good. Better than corn flakes.
Next we went to the 12th century Church of St Peters to look for the gravestone of Steven's Grandfathers best friend. He was killed in WW2 at the age of 25. His grave is one of only two war graves in the cemetery. Joe Bacon, he died over 70 years ago and was sadly missed by his parents and brother. His headstone is neglected now, no-one living would have any memory of him. But someone came looking for him. The family of his best friend 70 years later.
The Church has been closed and has fallen into disrepair. It has been sold and is going to be turned into a residence. We couldn't get inside so we had to make do with looking through the windows.
We went into Bedford for a look around, like our last visit and Steven's visit 50 years ago, we had a 99 ice cream on the banks of the Ouse.
We found a Gregg's for a coffee.
The city symbol is the Swan, it is the Queen's bird and she is the only one that is allowed to eat them, the Queen says they taste like chicken.
We went back to Clapham (pronounced Clap Ham, not Clafam as the satnav insisted) where Steven spent his first 10 years.
These are the old concrete pipes that Steven and Tim played in at Twin Woods when they were children.
It's all sealed off now with warning signs to keep out.
After all of our homework we went to a pub for tea and ale. It was not a good meal and we left a bit disappointed.
Back to the caravan park, we need to sort out our luggage, we have to give the campervan back tomorrow.
Steven has done an amazing job of driving, not even been hooted at once, I wonder what will happen tomorrow now that that has been said......
Tammy has driven too, and not crashed.
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