... and the road to the Hagioscope - a road so straight that you would think it Roman. This time of year it is a green bower which stretches about 2 miles, all the way from the brow of Kingsdown and down to the church in South Wraxall, beneath which Her Indoors is holding her Summer School for painting and drawing, and my beloved grand daughter is trying to sit as still as possible, being this week's model.
I really think that there is nothing quite like England for the abundance of vegetation wrapping itself around social and political monuments like those housed in rural churches and Manor Houses. France is a bit like it, but nothing is quite the same as that either. Not since the 100 Years War, anyway.