Gone are the bright mornings of summer. Here are the foggy, rosy, mythical mornings of King Arthur and Robin Hood. Walk down the lane with me this morning. Can’t you just picture the dragon stirring in the mist? The cow
You know how on a day out you sometimes say to yourself, “I’d like to go visit a castle
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
Terence S. Jones issued "Urban" as the Wordpress challenge. Raw, unphotoshopped images of city/town life. I love his idea of City Explo[it/r]ation. Here is a snap, a click, a shutter release; an unfiltered moment when a little girl showed her balloon flower to
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
Seven am Sunday morning jumped out of bed, fed the cat and hooned off in the turbo mini 40 miles X country to Winchcombe, Gloucestershire (Pronounced Glosstr-shure, not Glau-chester-shire, (so I’m corrected)), for a fun day racing. Met Jason in
So, the pomp and pageantry of the Olympics has just about settled for 2012 and a funny thing is happening; people are still trying to generate news and debate around the Olympics and, I suppose, this will continue for some
That’s the wrong order. That’s not how things should be. Walk into any church in any village and you will probably see a child’s names on a tombstone. It’s one of the saddest things don’t you think? It must be. Walking thru St
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I’m in love! Got to get me a gardening shed like this one. Actually, this is several small sheds in a horse barn at the pleasure gardens on the Blenheim Palace estate, but we
Weeping willow in the meadow. They say it takes 300 years for an oak to grow, 300 for it to live and 300 for it to die. 900 years! Live on Mighty Oak. My willow is only about 100 years old. But