Today we have moved across the summit and are now moored just above Claydon locks. Before we moved off Jill put the bread maker on, so we have travelled trailing a warm smell of fresh bread behind us. It nearly drove me mad on the back, but a lunch of warm bread with pate soon calmed me down. Now watching the World snooker from Haikou (China) on ITV4. Mark Allen has just beaten Ricky Walden to get through to the semi finals for those who are interested.
If, like us, you love the summit level of the Oxford as it twists and turns it's way through the lonely farmlands then I suggest you make the most of it while you can, because in the not too distant future they intend building a wind farm between Wormleighton and Fenny Compton and the new HS2 high speed rail link will blast it's way through, crossing the canal at least once. We need neither excresence but they will inevitably be pushed on us, so much for England's green and pleasant land.
Back to Wormleighton and the little church that nestles in the heart of the village.
As you walk up from the site of the lost village, suddenly the church looms over you, high on a bank above the village road.
It was the medieval carvings on the bench ends in the chancel that I found fascinating.
These all seem to be the work of one wood carver, I would have loved to have had a beer with him.
As we headed for the door Jill suddenly spotted, hidden beneath a display of old bibles, a pair of wheels.
Folding handles on the top can then be used to carry it to the graveside. As the top appears to be relatively modern and there was mud still adhering to the solid rubber tyres it would appear to be still in use, one hopes not too frequently.
It's only a tiny village, population about eighty, but it does have a 'phone box and a bus stop so they're not behind the times, although I didn't notice a street light.
Haven't decided what we are doing tomorrow.
Watch this space..........