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The Muskham Inn, North Muskham.
or Lord Nelson as was.
I have little interest in food especially on holiday. It uses V.D.T. (Valuable Drinking Time) and takes up internal space better used for foaming, fermented, fluids so this place was a bit of a disaster. The food was great and there was far too much of it. Breakfast didn't just see us through the morning. I think, if we'd been brave enough, it would have seen us through till the next morning but we weren't so had too much to eat at night too.
The accommodation. We were at the far end.
The bus timetable I'd downloaded said there was a bus stop opposite the Muskham Inn but we couldn't see one or find out where it was so, after breakfast (groan), we went into the village to catch the bus to Newark-on-Trent.
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Even with directions, "cross the roundabout down the road and it's after the school", we were still a bit worried about whether we'd found the right place coz even though it was quite evidently a bus stop, with a very nice shelter, it didn't seem to actually be on the bus route. We were right. It wasn't. But it was close enough to the junction behind Lynne for the driver to see my signal for him to stop.
The bus shelter, which was to the right of this photo, had a shingle roof and a few had come loose and fallen off. As there were marks of a football being kicked aginst the shelter walls that may have been the cause but someone had stacked the pieces of wood inside and, for how long we don't know, there they were readyto be put back. I can't see that happening in Great Harwood or Wigan.
The village sign shows the ferry, I think, which I'll come to, the church, which I'll come to, and a windmill which fell down in 1936. (bottom page 7)
I can only attribute the slightly fuzzy nature of this pic to the consumption of too much food.
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