David got hungry -

so we went for a walk before dinner on our fasting night. He found a path on the OS maps over to the village of Flore (silent e) and off we went.

As we started across the field I saw that the poo had come from the bovine species, and then I spied them - they were teenaged boy bovines. They are not my favourite to walk among as they are curious and frisky and bigger than me; so we re-traced our steps back to the towpath and walked a bit further until we came to Flore Lane. Off to the village that way we went.

This was on a house called Three Corners, which had a curved wall around the bend in the road. I think the bolt is to hold the wall to another wall or wooden beam inside.

This one's thatch was looking a bit worse for wear. However at least one thatcher has been busy in Flore recently given all the new thatch about.

As we passed what looked to be about 3 or 4 houses on the main road through the village, we looked through the gate and I called out to the woman that her garden looked beautiful. She invited us in to have a look. It turns out they have lived there for 43 years and the garden is her passion. And what was 4 houses is now one enormous place!

This shows less than half of the house frontage on to the garden

The two spaniels, Ben and Leo, found me to be a willing ball thrower. This shows about half of the garden. Way over in the distance is a very faint line of trees that border the canal.

In the left hand corner is the vegetable garden.

An old-fashioned climbing rose by one of the many doors into the house from the back. There were about 4 front doors on the street-front ...

And Ben returns from the righthand side of the garden. Just lovely!!

And this house was on our way out of the village - and it had another whole wing to the rear at the right ...