The greens are so green, something you're not used to while living in a desert community.
This is in the back of the church in Stow on the Wold and we might have missed it had Sue's husband not made a point of telling us to walk around to the back of the church. A hobbit like door with trees growing into either side.
For my knitting friends, fleece alley, although I didn't see any reason along the walkway to have named it fleece alley. Perhaps in older days there were sheep?
I love the old old buildings and the hanging baskets. This was the scene everywhere we wandered yesterday. What an excellent time we had.
The old Stowe lodge, set back from the square on a tree lined path which invited you to walk down it.
Last night we decided on staying in our cozy room so we set about collecting picnic foods from the various shops around town. We had English Brie with salami and crackers and a pork pie. Then a dessert of a ginger orange tart which was decadent and so wonderful I may need to have one more before leaving.
Today I teach Sprockets in a village hall nearby while a beader's husband offered to take Mark off on a day outing to a nearby museum. Then back to our welcoming room and a choice of several really good dinner options. Which shall we choose?