Lacock

We've turned the Aga off in the kitchen for the duration of the heat-wave and on Monday, as it was our fourty-sixth wedding anniversary, there was no question of doing anything even vaguely domestic. A day out was on the cards. We went to the National Trust village of Lacock for lunch and a saunter about. It's a pretty place, with a combination of cottages and rather grand houses, and is often used as a film and television location.

We walked down the lane to the ford, a quiet spot, which I thought I had to myself

until I saw these three young women, looking rather like extras on a French film set.

It was cool  in St Cyriac's Church.

I lay on the floor to get a good photo of the marvelous ceiling that would once have been highly painted. (There was no-one about to see me!)

There were some fascinating stories to find in the plaques and brasses;
brothers falling from horses

and a family of thirteen children!

Then we walked down Church Street. At the bridge I glimpsed a garden that I had never previously noticed. What was in it?

This wonderful topiary figure!

The garden wall was too high for me to peep over. Himself held my camera high and this is what it caught.

I walked around to try to find an entrance, hopeful that it might be open to the public.

Sadly not! (But doesn't it look tantalizing?)

From the window of the shop, 'Quintessentially English', I looked out of the window to see a giant dog looking over the garden wall!

Then we sauntered back, past the abbey, on our way to the car.

But not before meeting a couple on holiday from Vancouver. 

Thank you, Sandi and Jay, for your good company and the celebration drinks.