Windrush

Now I have antibiotics I'm starting to feel a bit more human and agreed to a trip with Kate down to Burford Garden Centre. On the way home we decided - on a whim - to turn off and take a walk along the Windrush to Widford where I'd been previously to visit a lovely little church in what once was a medieval village and now is a big field. The church is tiny but has lovely 14th century wall paintings and a Roman tessellated pavement under the stone floor. I met an archaeologist walking his dogs there who told me how one year a Vixen brought up her cubs in the pulpit. The sun shone, it was lovely.