We decided to go for a picnic today near the River Windrush at Little Barrington. We drove down a quiet narrow steep little lane towards the river. The lane was lined with perfect little cotswold cottages - I noticed these stone ducks on a window sill.
We parked our car at the end of the lane near a footbridge that spanned the river and settled down. Rescue dog immediately spied a new friend who obviously resided in the cottage nearest to the bridge. Talk about Little and Large!
Our picnic consisted of quiche, cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches, strawberries and cream swilled down with Ginger Beer! We relaxed to the sound of the river and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. It was extremely peaceful. Loud laughter was heard and two anglers hove into view. We asked them what was so funny - one of men replied he had just heard a rather dirty joke, not to be repeated - so I told them the ocelot joke (see my last post) - there was more loud laughter! The fishermen wandered off and peace was restored.