Thursday.

Above  is one of  the  two coaching Inns in the main street of Boxford  (opposite each other), and both appear to   be doing a roaring trade.

Above is a handsome young  walnut tree near the Churchyard  in Milton Keynes village, with a seat round the trunk; which always  seems to me to be a very convenient trick, the  chance of a wayside sit being, these days, almost impossible to resist.

Later this afternoon we are driving over to Aldham to  meet the proposed new Vicar and  his wife, the vixen. My late father in law's joke; he always  used to say that if we ever introduced 'lady  vicars' they  would probably be known as 'vixens'. 

I am being called upstairs to lunch. May  write some  more later.