Local ladies were serving tea in the churchyard, which was a nice stop after we’ve seen Chastleton House. We sat at a table within arm’s reach of ancient grave markers, which really didn’t seem odd at all.
Each of us were certain that our choice was the best one. However, I know mine (walnut cake!) was actually the best and my two traveling companions don’t know what they are talking about.
near Moreton in Marsh, England
The interior courtyard was slick with moss. And the parts that weren’t mossy were covered up with shade-loving plants. Even though the sun was shining when we were there, the place felt dank.
near Moreton-in-Marsh, UK