Yesterday into the countryside with companion, in search of quiet and tranquillity; a detox programme for the soul, in one afternoon.
The thatching reed stood tall.
St Bartholomew's tiny church perched above the lane, empty, but with evidence remaining of recent Easter worship.
This is my favourite so far of the many small rural churches that dot the landscape here.
And in the fading light, down the peaceful narrow lanes, to home.