The potential is all, as I'm sure you'll agree.
I wanted to visit the Edward Jenner museum at Berkeley. It was closed, unfortunately, but by holding my phone above the top of the wall, I was able to get this picture of Jenner's Temple of Vaccinia (is that not the coolest name?), where in the eighteenth century he inoculated the poor men, women, and it seems hobbits of the parish against smallpox, gratis:
We took a turn round Berkeley Castle while we were there, the grass surrounding which really was this colour, and of an unearthly springiness:
I'd been with lady_schrapnell a while ago, so was familiar with the room where Edward II was murdered, and the accompanying noisome pit - but I'd not taken in that the castle was also the scene of the death, in 1729, of Dicky Pearce, the last professional jester in England. Apparently he fell headfirst out of the minstrels' gallery in the Great Hall, landing on the unforgiving flags below. He was aged 63. Jonathan Swift, one-time chaplain to Lord Berkeley, wrote a rather weak epitaph, which you can see on Pearce's tomb in the churchyard (but how I wish they'd remembered that apostrophe on the wooden sign!):