We set off early and seriously, I can only say I knew we were going south because Herefordshire is south of Chorley. We went on freeways, big roads, back lanes most of which are bordered by hedges. Only occasionally do you get a view of a wider expanse of country. It is like green tunnels to me! This was where the monks used to ritually wash before prayers. They were Cluniacs. We saw the order’s churches in France.
Karen and Andy took me to Much Wenlock Priory, a beautiful ruin but still so stately. While Andy took a walk ( research for a book) Karen and I explored the village and its shops. The town is home to William Penny -Brooke’s who was responsible for re starting the Olympics in 1896(?). I found a range of inspirational cards in one shop that had exquisite little arks and angels and a large wooden ark. Kirsten’s Oscar would have loved the wooden arc with all the animals. I did not buy a thing other than the cards! The one I liked most was out of stock.
Then we set off again via Ludlow another architectural delight of maintained Elizabethan buildings and castle. So quaint but hard to take photos of. Then we arrived in Logaston. Karen and Andy have a guest coming to stay in their caravan which lives down the field. He is a musician and likes to come for the quiet when he is writing, so Karen set off to the shops for special provisions for him and Andy and I got stuck into the raspberry patch. We picked about 5 kilograms not counting what I nibbled on! Raspberries and cream for dessert, and breakfast. We realised I was here about the same time four years ago. This is half of one box.