Rural interlude

[callmemadam]

I've spent the whole morning rushing around to no great purpose. One of the things I did was to go to my favourite, seldom-held car boot sale. I didn't buy anything but for once I remembered my camera.

The grass on the green was long and full of meadow buttercups. Too breezy to take a close up of the flowers.



The cricket pavilion. I preferred the old tumbledown one but the National Trust must have everything chocolate box.



One's dream seventeenth century house, across the green.



Must be a school near here?



Here it is. Someone had inconsiderately parked outside, so I couldn't get a wider view.



All thanks to seventeenth century benevolence. God bless Roger Gillingham, 1698.



Cottage on the way home, taken through windscreen. Memo to self: Must clean car.



Now I'm about to drive down a one car wide, twisting and very steep road. The Minster Church seen in the distance.



Goodbye!

Comments

[land-girl.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I cropped out all the heavy power cables and pylons which are everywhere up there. The camera never lies, of course.

[(Anonymous)]

Those pictures show an area not conducive to rushing - delightful.

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

That's very true.