Last week Jack had the perfect opportunity to show us what a young gentleman he is (Becoming an English Gentleman Part I), when we had an afternoon in the Cotswolds. He was a very good lad walking through a field of sheep and was a respectful visitor to two churches, before we went on to visit the town of Burford, have a pub lunch, and do some window shopping on a busy High Street. It calls for a whole different puppy 'skill set', and he needed to be on his best behaviour, but we had every confidence he was up to the challenge.
Once we left the fields and the sheep behind, we were all hungry and luckily we found just the right pub immediately. The Angel and Child was open and still serving food that afternoon and more importantly, they welcomed dogs, even muddy ones. We walked in and saw we had the pub to ourselves, there was a warm fire roaring in the fireplace and Stuart's favourite ale (Hook Norton) on tap--so it was perfect. We settled right into the window seat piled high with cushions and the afternoon sun pouring in.
|The pub landlord came in and|
Jack made friends with the pub
dog Georgie, a little Jack Russell.
|We had two little visitors under the|
table as we ate. Such innocence
in those big brown eyes, but don't
let that fool you, they were after
one thing alone--our food.
|How much is that doggie in the|
window, the one with the waggly tail?
|We met another sweet pup waiting|
patiently for mum and dad to return
home. Jack barked a little hello
and "chin up! they'll be home soon!".
|There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.|
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
~17th century English nursery rhyme
|April tulips at Hidcote Gardens NT.|
|May Queen Anne's lace in|
the village of Swinbrook.
|Roses bloom in a cottage|
|June roses, Burford, Oxfordshire.|
This is my favourite climbing rose,
a Cécile Brunner.