Saturday was a looking around day, Sunday we took a trip to the American Museum in Bath - we'd been before but it had changed quite a bit; lots more going on. The Lexington Minute Men were mustering in the garden, along with a contingent of British redcoats. The noise of a dozen muskets being fired was deafening; horrifying to think how loud a couple of hundred would be.
The cut off point was three-thirty in the afternoon when the banks close for business.
Desperately stressful for both us and the people we were buying from.
But it's a done deal. Tomorrow we move in. We are now living in Wiltshire.