Wednesday

Good morning!

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

where I used to live and then back another way to the car.  All in all, it took about an hour, longer (and further) than I had expected.

I took photos, of course.

The village sign, new since my day, but then I did leave in 1985, over three decades ago.  In a way, it's remarkable that so many things have remained the same.

I think this is called the Mill House.  Roxwell brook runs past it so it could have been a working water mill at some point.  Something to find out.

There's a whole row of fenced off paddocks and the 'official' walk that I didn't do goes along the side of them.  There are stables there too.

The building in the middle is Duke's Farm.

Taken just because it's pretty!

Where I used to live.  It goes back quite a way and the garden is to the side (left).  It's had quite a lot of work done to it since then.

This used to be a fantastic restaurant called 'The Farmhouse Feast'.  It's very old and inside the floors were uneven, the stairs rickety and the beams at head level so you had to be careful.
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 was very sad to read this.  The village has a school, a village hall, a scout/guide centre cum reading room, a pre-school and a church but, as from the end of last week, no village shop.  I hope it does reopen again soon.

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!

And finally, St Michael's and All Angels.
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