A walk around Winslow, Bucks - April 28, 2012

Saturday

If Glenn had been with me, I would have thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It was a thrill for me to be here, not so much for Winslow itself but to be so close to Addington. More about that later.

You never know what a place will really look and feel like until you get there. Will it feel cold and gloomy, or comfortable and cheery? Will there be power lines or concrete apartment blocks on the edge of town, or meadows and hedges? Right away I could see that Winslow was a classic, charming English town. This was the England I wanted to see. 

I suppose this would be called the town square.
A market was held here the following week.

I just noticed staddle stones by the lower right window.
That's 'staddle' not saddle. More about them when I get to the Cotswolds, which will be after Oxford.

A herringbone wall. Nice.

Watercolours in a shop window.

St. Laurence Church. I assume this is where the church bells were rung so often. The bells were something that made staying in Winslow so special.
I heard them here more than anywhere else I visited in England.