In the morning we went on a road trip to a place with a funny name. In the past this has taken us to Kingston Bagpuize, Thrupp, Shipton-under-Wychwood, Horton-cum-Studley, Marsh Gibbon, and Hinton St. George, amongst others. On Saturday we went to a little village in Oxfordshire called....
What's the weirdest place name you've visited?
It was frankly false advertising. The road went right through it. Highlights included some rather lovely houses, though. And a jam stall - but they included such delights as 'Plum, Coconut, and Cardamom'. We didn't buy any, but it wasn't the end of the world... ba-dum-crash.
On the following day we went off to the donkey sanctuary. If it weren't for my borderline-insane love of cats, I'd have to put these as my favourite animal. Here's a little video.... (Video! I know! How clever is THAT?)
Aren't they beautiful?
And in the evening, we had a party here, enjoying the lovely cake Our Vicar's Wife sent via a friend. Count the candles - there are twenty-four of 'em.
I'll be back with books soon, promise - maybe a list of the ones which have found their way to my house over the past week or so. And that happy single woman book I said I'd talk about... now I'm all old and responsible, I'll keep my promises. Promise.
No comments:
Post a Comment