The key

The fifteen years we have driven past a road sign saying Saxon church three miles, and every time we say we must go. Today we went. Odd place, it was on an island and hubby followed the instructions on the gate and went and picked up the keys from a house behind the church. It was nice to see but not very tidy inside.
The roads were fairly quiet but stopped for a coffee at Weatherby services and it was really busy.
Home, unpacked and out for a walk with Hetty, lovely in the afternoon sun.
Watched Mrs Harris goes to Paris last night, loved it, and now want to look for something rather special for daughters wedding. She has decided on a date next May so plenty of time.