Yesterday's walk round Roxwell was really lovely. Bright sunshine and, as I was well wrapped up, it wasn't cold despite the fact that there was frost and ice in shadier spots at midday and beyond.
I parked in the village hall car park by the village sign and set off first right, then back another way, then through the churchyard and up
I took photos, of course.
It was such a treat to eat there. Five courses for a set price - hors d'ouvres, soup (served in a tureen), main, dessert, petit fours and coffee, all for a set price and wonderfully cooked.
Such a shame it is no longer there, although the building is still called The Farmhouse Feast.
I rewmember I used to take my two, as children, down to spent their pocket money. They never had any problems with numbers that total ten!
I got it wrong. G. wasn't buried there, he was cremated but there was a memorial urn. I couldn't find it; maybe when C left the village, it went with her. Fair enough, I have no problems with that at all.
Or maybe I just didn't look in the right place.
I was able to sit and think for a short time - it was a good experience.
Today is another busy day.
At half past nine the lovely Sharon comes to do my hair and make me feel human again. Then I have personal training from twelve to one and at two a friend is coming round for a cuppa and a chat. I should sleep well tonight, don't you think?
Have a lovely day. xx