To Barrowden, where once many years ago the pub landlord saw the walking group coming and bolted the door. Off we set under a grey sky, which didn't augur so well either. But, any lingering pessimism was soon dashed, as the sun came out out for a fine view of the Rutland's "little Cotswolds". An exploration of an old church in the middle of field near Tixover proved a fascinating spot for elevenses, and of course the path of wisteria and roses led inexorably to an ale-house.
With plenty of wildlife to admire just over the border in Northamptonshire, the warm afternoon sped by to the accompaniment of buzzards, red kites, and more gently rustling foliage than you could shake a twig at. Then, having been buzzed by a banded demoiselle, no less, Barrowden's hostelry opened it's doors - and a fine brew they offered too.
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