A charming little town in the Surrey country side, with narrow streets some lined with ancient buildings, Godalming is quintessentially English. Perhahps none more so than senior citizens playing bowls on a Saturday afternoon, in their whites, against an almost Constable backdrop.
What Godalming misses in antique shops is more than compensated by gift shops, some selling literally junk. It also boasts a few art galleries, hawking oil paintings of the seaside and country side meadows, some of them feeble representation of the real thing.
And along a quiet lane, friends and family gathered to celebrate a wedding. Outside the church, a vintage car awaited for the bride and groom, while two pensioners sat alone on separate benches outside the church, deep in their own thoughts. I peeked into the church, and an usher came forward, barking "Who are you?" Clearly it was not an occasion for a stranger.
On the way to Basingstoke, the day brightened up, and the cloud formation on the M3, against a brilliant blue sky, swept away the gloominess of a dull grey afternoon. In the distance, home beckons.
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| The rolling country side |
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| Mock Tudor front elevation |
What Godalming misses in antique shops is more than compensated by gift shops, some selling literally junk. It also boasts a few art galleries, hawking oil paintings of the seaside and country side meadows, some of them feeble representation of the real thing.
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| Carriage of the day |
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| Cloud formation on the M3 |
