Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Heaven is a hilltop
Twinkly toes in sandals, well up on WhiteHorse Hill.
Oxford delights, but its green surroundings can be sublime. Jacqui, Thomas, James and I went rambling in the big pink camper van, to the ancient monument of White Horse Hill.
There was a baguette for lunch, almost as tall as Thomas himself!
But that's a young man with his eyes set on far horizons....
Luckily, there's nothing better than running through the grass in a big old field.
.... where not everything is as it seems!
There's a huge white horse cut into the hillside above us.
And chalky white lumps that turn out to be....
Thank you, Jacqui, for a fabulous day in the pink-and-green sunshine.