Yesterday afternoon, Margaret and I took a road trip to the nearby village of Sutton Courtenay. To be precise, a road and footpath trip, since about half the ramble involved a dirt trail. Sutton Courtenay shows up in written records beginning in the 7th century, and has a 12th century church, a Norman Hall, an Abbey, all built close on a series of pools adjacent to the Thames. It makes an agreeable destination for an afternoon walk (with two pubs), church and churchyard gazing, and riverside scenery.
Ran this morning to a good time, then coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, shower, and off to church in an undisclosed location (Jen and I are off duty from Abingdon Parish today).