Yesterday morning we walked out from Braunston to Wolfhampcote, a village that disappeared in medieval times.
All that is left is the splendidly irregular church.
The interior was vandalised in the 1950's shortly after the church went out of use, but a few bits of medieval wood work survive.
On the way back Braunston church loomed above the trees, next to the remains of the Windmill. We then adjourned to the Old Plough for lunch. The Black Sheep bitter is superb.