After our trip to the Eden Project we got back in the car to continue our drive to Bath.  Our Tom Tom had set an interesting course and had put in a few hair raisingly narrow winding lanes for us.  I put in the street name Englishcombe and wondered why it didn’t ask for the street number.  It wasn’t until we arrived at the village of Englishcombe that I knew why. We were able to re program and get to the right address.  We arrived at the B&B to discover the door wide open.  I rang the bell, no-one answered.  I peered in the two front windows to discover the furniture stacked up and covered in painters sheets and ladders and paint tins everywhere.  I continued to ring the bell and no answer.  I went to the car to look for a phone number.  I was beginning to be concerned about the place by this time.  I then went and got Colin who wandered around the back of the house and discovered the man happily gardening unaware of the doorbell.  His wife had gone to station to collect some other guests and she thought we weren’t coming till 6pm, confusing us with yet another guest.  All was well in the end and this is a lovely B&B at the top of the hill with magic views of Bath.  A 20 minute downhill walk brings you into the city.