Tewkesbury

It was time to wash and thus time to find a campground with washing machines and a drier. We are members of the Caravan Club (the unfriendly club; formed from a group of retired drill sergeants), the largest of such UK organizations, and were pleased to find one of its better known sites in nearby Tewkesbury, maybe 20 miles from Gloucester, a place we wanted to visit and which had an abbey, to boot. FWIW, Tewkesbury is not in any of our guidebooks, yet is a beautiful and interesting place, evidently well-accustomed to tourism, though, I suspect, pretty strictly British tourism.

The Tewkesbury Abbey Caravan Club Park claims to be the best-sited in Britain:
the abbey is across the road and the town just beyond the trees on the right

After touring the abbey, we spent the rest of the day walking the beautiful little
town, filled with mostly 16th and 17th century houses and other buildings

Flowers everywhere, particularly roses; which reminds me that Tewkesbury was a
major battle in the War of the Roses

New variety to me, yellow surrounded by pink...

It's a beautiful little walking town, right on the mighty Avon

With an unusual number of antiques and collectables [sic] shoppes; is this the
proper British spelling, I wonder?

Every other building looking like it's going to fall over into
the street; but doing just fine, thank you, after 400 years;
someone at the TI told Vicki that even the ones that look
modern actually have false fronts and are just as old...

Every few buildings there's a covered alley
like this

Oh well, time to get back

After one more alley