I had this inexplicable desire, on this last day of 2015, to visit the stone henge next door. In our neighbouring village of Stanton Harcourt is an ancient stone henge I've written about before right here. On this last day
Last week, my friend Elaine said she would kidnap me for a couple hours to take me somewhere special. That somewhere special turned out to be this amazing place
"There is stillness, the stones hold us. Still." (Druid saying recorded by Romans) In the next door village of Stanton Harcourt is a stone henge. The village is named for it: from Stan (farm) + tun (beside the rocks). It's a little
This morning Robert said, "what's that strange light?" It was the sun! So despite the gale blowing outside, we decided to go for a walk down to the village to see our Knight Templar and his Lady in the church. West
This has been a wonderfully lazy day. We read about the queues waiting to get into London or Oxford stores for the Boxing Day sales and we laughed about it all. There's no way, that's not our style. We went
Ran out yesterday morning before tea! I know, unheard of
There’s something magical about the English countryside. One sees it in old master’s paintings in museums, on the covers of chocolate boxes and fancy vacation brochures, but I can tell you that it really is that bucolic in places. Out
It’s a garden centre, a cafe with the yummiest lunches, a gourmet foods shop, a home decorating centre, a children’s fantasy shop, a speciality book store and an antiques shop all in one. If you’re an avid plants woman/man, want a
Just down from Burford, on the beautiful Windrush river, on the edge of Wychwood forest is this incredible 15th C relic. I love it here. It was a great, grand hall and the main residence of the Lovell family, (isn’t that a
You gotta love Burford, the ideal Cotswold town. Burh = fortified town and Ford = river crossing. Could there be any other town where Uther Pendragon, King Arthur’s father, gave a golden dragon as a standard? Bet it was a