More travels in West Oxfordshire today. It’s lovely to watch the leaves fall, and even better to crunch through yellow and brown and red. All the while, the sun sinks lower in the afternoon, and lights up those trees in translucent gold. I find myself hoping that heaven is just a bit autumnal, though I admit, that’s a bit like pinning all your holiday hopes on whether or not Thailand has Marmite.
Anyway. Today we went to Millets Farm - which is more funfair, posh cafe, petting zoo and covered market than it is a ‘farm’ these days. But hey, I guess there’s more than one type of milking, isn’t there?
We played crazy golf. I’m not going to tell you who won, only that it was a travesty of sporting justice, and referees ought to have been called. Still, I really like a little crazy golf on holidays.
There’s something so cosy about this time of year. I don’t know what it is - kids barrelling around with pumpkins, the cheery puff of smoke from the steam fair, or the smell of cinnamon and ginger. It all contributes to a warmth and a memory, which, better than finding Marmite in Thailand, might be a little glimpse of heaven after all.
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