We’ve been off galivanting again. In a very sedate, not-moving-very-much type of fashion, that is. Church Stretton this time, for no reason other than the last minute availability of this rather wonderful flat on the high street.
We spent much of the holiday sitting in this room, watching the sky and the hills and the people in the street below.
Church Stretton, it turns out, is rather pretty, with many a tea shop, charity shop, and a dinky little market on a Thursday – the very things I like on a holiday.
We took our bikes, and explored a bit of the surrounding countryside. We were very close to Carding Mill Valley, a National Trust site where we spent a lovely sunny evening wandering through the hills.
Looking at my pictures, it seems I ate a fair bit of cake.
(And, er,plenty more were scoffed before they got in front of the camera, of course).
I spent a lot of time with Mr Bun the Baker, and bought two years’ worth of back copies of Country Smallholder magazine from an antique shop and dreamed of chickens….
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