It was a rather misty start to the day but the sun did peep through eventually so we decided to explore the village. The sheep were resting underneath the trees as we walked up the road from Bridge 8.
They must have had a talented blacksmith hereabouts in the past, as all the gates to the fields were of different designs.
The scaffolders were erecting their platforms around the 13 th Century Church as we passed by. This old tabletop tomb in the graveyard had been very intricately carved with a ribbon pattern.
Most of the houses and garden walls were made of a very attractive rich brown stone.
The local blacksmiths work was evident again on the lovely old rustic hinges on this barn door. He had stamped his little trademark sunshine on each piece of his work too . Some people are sooo nosey, aren’t they?