Almshouses. Apparently, across the road from them is a cart dip, for washing cart wheels.
Walkway to the church. From the net: Perhaps the best of England's so-called wool churches, St James' was largely built in the 1400s from the wealth of the booming Cotswold wool trade.
Campden House Gateway. This distinctive structure built for Sir Baptist Hicks, a wealthy benefactor who also built the almshouses and market hall, was the gateway to his Jacobean mansion. Old Campden House was built in 1613 and burned down 32 years later during the Civil War.
Drawing of how the estate used to look.
This wouldn't be a bad place to live.
At the edge of town...
Dogs too apparently.
How strange to see this structure out in a field. It is one of two banqueting halls on the Hick's estate.
As I walked along, I noticed a sheep flailing around. Thought it was having a roll like horses do but soon realized it was stuck on its back. In my papaya orange trenchcoat, I wasn't properly dressed for the occasion; otherwise I might have gone out and flipped it over. Or maybe not - the grass was all wet, the sheep would have been too, and I've never understood sheep anyway. I mentioned it at the info office back in town and passing later I saw a man in the field, so hopefully he helped it out. I think I took a taxi back to the hotel.
Back in my cozy room I ordered in a hamburger and, rare for me, a Coke. I wrote then that I still hadn't seen a fox or a hedgehog. I never did.