Burford, Oxfordshire
Sunday
Just steps from the town of Burford - and it is a town not a village - you're out in the beautiful countryside smelling the earth. I wanted to explore the group of buildings on the hill across the bridge. As usual, the off-pavement walk was my favourite.
The bridge just past the traffic signals crosses the 40 mile long river Windrush.
I passed by this pretty corner yard, crossed the road by a roundabout...
...and found a footpath. England has the most interesting gates / barriers to negotiate.
The path was lined with buttercups.
What is this place? I still don't know, but have the idea that technically it's not part of Burford, though I could be wrong.
Wandering around looking for a sign of any kind. It was nice and warm here.
On the internet I read there is: 'a network of dry stone walls at least in length equivalent to the Great Wall of China.' I presume they mean in the Cotswolds in general.
I felt like I was in France, not that I've been to France.
Luckily I paid attention to how to get back to the path.
A wall within fences.
Some planes flew over from the airshow south of Oxford - lots of streaks in the sky. If Glenn had been with me, maybe we would have gone.
The steeple stands out from this viewpoint.
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