We had to walk through the park to get there. The rose garden smelled delightful.
Onward through the bowling greens.
It cost and arm and a leg at the entrance gate. We followed a trail around the small village. The Scots guards were piping us on.
The archaeological dig was a bit creepy.
Lots of camper vans were dotted around the place. Couldn't find a hippy one though!
Rev. Parsons was the vicar at the church.
This lady was working outside her greenhouse.
There was even a Romany camp there.
Rain, unfortunately stopped play. (I should have taken a picture of the model cricket ground!) Home then to real life.