Thursday 10.06.10

A gentle stroll, in flip-flops, round a classic Gloucestershire Cotswold village. Cool and damp and a strong smell of wild garlic as I climbed steep steps to the churchyard, past old lichen covered gravestones in an overgrown patch of ground, to the neatly manicured environs of the church itself, with its more recently tended graves shaded by beech and yew. The sort of place to make you wonder if there`s "honey still for tea."