Me and the Elf were having a day out together and we had chosen to go to Blenheim Palace. It was somewhere me and Worth drove past many times on our journeys to Oxford, but one that neither of us had ever been to. It wasn’t the best of days as it was cold and drizzly but the plan was to see the inside today and go back to the gardens when the weather was better, as the entrance ticket entitled you to a years pass.
Sadly we both got very cold in the cafe and never really warmed up. The walk back to the cars in the rain didn’t help either so we were going to have some tea and cake in Woodstock, but that is an impossible place to park in, so we drove on and found this wonderful pub called “The Falkland Arms” in a village called Great Tew. It was warm and cosy in there and we sat right in front of the fire until we felt better.
It was a lovely day out. I was a bit overwhelmed with memories when the day started, but they faded away as the day went on, and the present became more insistent, which is just how it should be.
Groovy Word of the day : perception