Yesterday evening we had a walk into King's Sutton, although the village is close to the canal it is cut off by the river Cherwell. It's a 2 mile walk from our mooring via Twyford bridge road to a footpath through fields, over railway tracks to the village, negotiating some entertaining stiles on the way. The village is very pretty with fine sand stone dwellings and a quaint village green. We had a seat outside the White Horse and enjoyed a Brakspear ale before making our way back to the boat.
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| I thought these weight closes unusul |
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| King Sutton parish church. |
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| King Sutton village green and the White Horse. |
On the walk back we spotted to deer hiding in the tall grass and a couple of foxes hunting in the newly cut field.
Sunday- what a glorious day, we spent most the day with our bum's on the bankside seats chatting to towpath walkers, reading, watching gliders being towed into the air and 6
nutters daredevils dive out of an aeroplane to parachute down to earth. I did manage to sand down the two rear wooden seats and apply two coats of varnish in between doing very little.
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