Friday/Rāmere
We met the owner of The Old Rectory where we stayed today. His name is Mark. He is a corporate lawyer and had the place as a holiday place first and then bit the bullet and went to live full time in the country. He said he has never been busier. He told us 100 years ago the vicar who lived there disliked the public walking through his property and so probably using church funds dubiously, he got the public path dug down so deep so he would not see the public, and he cuold still be private and have a view. Is that Christian? 😘 Below is the path.
View from below the dug down path. Our loft is to the right.
Swimming pool Mark opened up for weekend guests just as we were leaving. He was too busy, or we were not important enough, or weather better in the weekend.
We went to Burford on the way out. Here is a photo of main street below.
Then we went for lunch at an old Oxford favourite pub, The Perch. The Perch is a historic public house in the village of Binsey, Oxfordshire, England, northwest of Oxford and close to the River Thames, overlooking Port Meadow.
I remember when I was about 20 I came to lunch at the Perch. It occurred to me all the young people were outside and all the old people were inside then. I could not imagine myself ever having an old person's lunch inside. Guess what? We were inside. We had this delicious lunch. How time passes by quickly 😘.
And then we drove to London to Reg and Shayne's ready for cricket tomorrow.