Last night I had that telltale tickle in my throat, and I woke up this morning with a VILE cold. Although we now have lovely fire, I decided to go for walk this afternoon, to brush away from of the cobwebs. I had a wander round one of Eynsham’s treasures – the Abbey Fishponds
had an abbey
until naughty old Henry VIII fell for Anne Boleyn, and the church’s money. The Anglican church, St. Leonard’s
(on the right), and the Roman Catholic church, St. Peter’s
(on the left), are both on the site.
I was a bit late for the autumn colour…
…but there was still plenty to see.
I was also able to enjoy one of my favourite of life’s small pleasures – kicking through piles of fallen leaves.
Here is somewhere I’d like to go again – Cors Caron.
There’s a boardwalk across the peat bog – you leave your bikes here, on these rather nifty bike racks.
Stop to admire the carvings on the gateway…
…then plunge into the bog.
Sadly, I wasn’t feeling very well, so we had to truncate our walk.
Never mind…it’ll wait.
On our second day, we went up to Port Askaig. From there we had a great view across the Sound of Islay to Jura.
Dad wasn’t too keen on the anchorage here…
…and the tide race looked quite ‘interesting’.
No wonder they keep the life boat here.
It’s not far from there up to Bunnahabhain, which is lovely, but the edge of nowhere.
A lovely, lovely spot in fact…
…with a hill that screams out “climb me”!
Last Saturday, Adam and I made the most of the first decent bit of sunshine, and went for a walk round by the fishponds. This view of St Peter’s made me try and picture what it must have looked like when the abbey was there.
The rain has encouraged some very, furry moss to grow.
I hadn’t realised that Eynsham had a gibbet, but hey this village has everything…:-).
Another day, another walk. Still in the Uluru National Park, in the Valley of the Winds.
We started walking at 7.30 in the morning, but it soon became very hot Sue’s rear included for scale :-)…).
As it was Spring, there were a few flowers…
…and the odd birdie.
If I’m honest, the walk was a bit too strenuous for me, as I sarted to suffer from heat stroke, and only finished through will power, and Adam’s encouragement.
I’m glad I did it through. To be amongst such beauty is awe inspiring.
The landscape is quite incredibly old and weathered.
Having spend millennia under the hot sun.
[I realise that a lot of pics are over exposed, but our cameras just couldn’t cope with the amazing light]
William Morris called Bibury ‘the prettiest village in England’. These cottages, Arlington Row, are now owned by the National Trust.
My Pa was intrigued by this little lane, and so we went for a little explore…
…and in passing saw this amazing roof. I guess that’s what happens when you build on a slope!
It brings you out above the village, with loads of footpaths to choose from.
We took a wander through the woods…
…past from ancient trees…
…and came out round the back of Arlington Row.
Now…this is what I CALL an outhouse!
Last year, Dave Witherspoon (who lives in Charlotte, North Carolina) walked the Thames Path, and discovered The Queen’s Head.
He’s in England again at the moment, and popped into to see us again.
It was great to see him again, and as you can see, Maisie made him very welcome!