Mid-June, and the worry was that in moving house in May we had missed the best of the Elderflowers. But I set off on the bike to find two ‘Hoar Stones’ (as marked in gothic script on the OS map, ancient monuments) taking some plastic bags with, in case there were some fresh blossoms still to be had. I wasn’t disappointed. Continue reading
On the 26th of December it’s tradition for Wychwayz Border Morris, Charlbury Morris Men, and a group of local Mummers to perform behind The Bell in Charlbury. Continue reading
At Kelmscott Manor, William Morris’ sublime country house in Gloucestershire near the source of the River Thames, I encountered strange fruit: the medlar. Continue reading
This town is quaint all year round, but quaintness is reaching dangerous levels now that December is here. Continue reading
Late summer is the scrumping season, and the footpaths around the town have been a supermarket of wild hedgerow fruit: elderberry, plums, rosehips, haw berries, blackberries, rowan berries, sloes, crab apple and apple. This is the time to make jellies, jams and syrups to keep these great flavours for the months ahead.
Just about 2 miles from Charlbury, across farm fields, is a tiny church, All Saints, in Shorthampton. The church may be small, but it’s well-known among local historians and art historians. Continue reading
We received a somewhat cryptic invitation from our neighbor over the road:
Are you and Mark by any chance free on Sunday afternoon? There is a chance I could take you for an entertaining day out, starting with lunch, although the hostess doesn’t know it yet.