A cottage beside the road as we drove away from Wotton.
Today we had to go to the Auction at Wotton in Gloucestershire to collect something we bought, and something we had put in the auction but didn't attract a bid (typical!) Now that K is on the mend from his cataract operation, we shared the driving but I did all the motorway bit (which I hate, but I need to keep my skills up). Because he is still suffering from a Frozen Shoulder (v. slowly mending) he can't drive for 2 hours at a stretch, but I can. We came back the slow scenic route past Gloucester, Forest of Dean, turn left at Monmouth, stop at Waitrose in Abergavenny for anything we are low on in the food cupboard, and then along the A40 to home.
TBH, I haven't been feeling 100% after a long day at yesterday's Fleamarket (which was worth it though), and my cold is entering Week 3 and has morphed again - I am losing my voice and have a nasty suspicion it's going down onto my chest, which I could really do without. I shall reach for the Elderberry Rob tonight, which I should have done when I first started with this bug. K is about 2 days behind me with it . . .
Anyway, it was lovely to see some beautiful scenery, and I did try to take some photos when we were driving along, but you can never get a decent picture, so they are disappointing (and mostly in the photo dustbin now).
Hmmm - a pretty half timbered cottage at 50 mph - or rather, we were!
On the bressamer beam in the kitchen, a rather large felt Robin which is my contribution to fresh Christmas decorations this year.
Below him is the short section of Heavy Horse leading rein from 100 years ago, with a heavy brass Victorian Crotal bell. My treat from the Fleamarket yesterday and a nod to my Agricultural Labourer ancestors, one a known Carter and many others probably involved with farm horses too.
