We are in Newmarket, the horse capital of England. We can see training tracks and cooling-down barns from the hotel room. I took a walk to the nearest grocery store and found that sidewalks are shared by horses and people. That means watching the ground to avoid the horse poop. (It's not royal horse poop this time, just regular horse poop.)
The hotel we are in is quite the place! Posh is the best description. I'd call it a spa, but that is in the process of being built next door and won't open until July. The towels are plush and large, there was bed turn-down service while we were out, there is an exercise room. I'm not clear if they have their own stables or not, but there are a lot of horses that can be seen from our room and the hotel grounds.
After another gourmet dinner which was a bit rushed by the schedule we had to keep, we got back onto the bus for a ride to Bury St. Edmunds. Yes, we had just been in Bury S. Edmunds in the morning, but we returned to see a local production of “Hot Mikado,” a jazz version of Gilbert and Sullivan's “Mikado” set in the 1950s. I found act I a little tedious, but act II was very funny. It was a good production.
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