The village looks like a toy town imagining of a perfect English village, as can be seen from the top of the church tower. C took charge of the camera for this bit - I had to concentrate on getting up there.
|The clock tower with medieval wooden fixings.|
|Another accidental Union Flag albeit it on its side!|
|Some (very) old graffiti.|
But what a view once you're up there! It happened, luckily, to be a glorious day and we could see for miles, as well as down into the gardens we'd already visited, like this one below.
There were grand, stately gardens with enough space for ponds, chickens, vegetables, and even a river running through, and gardens contained in tiny back yards. Some were formal, some little more than fields with paths mowed through, that took advantage of the stunning views beyond. All were brimming with colour and ideas, and all of them induced sighs of pleasure, for one reason or another.
That evening, C took some pictures of our own garden as the sun was setting. Perhaps we could take part in an Open Gardens event.... one day!