|Chipping Campden Market HallThe ancient Market Hall was built in 1627 for a cost of £90.00. It was for the purpose of giving shelter to the local market selling cheese, butter and poultry.|
On Campden Wold the skylark sings
In town the traveler finds
The inward peace which beauty brings
To bless & heal tormented minds
|Leaving Shenbarrow Hill Fort. I'd Like to Say It's All Downhill From Here|
But We Still Have Broadway Hill Ahead of Us.
|Soay Sheep More on the Soay|
|This Pheasant Thought It Was A Chicken|
Time is relentless, it doesn't want to accommodate me when I want it to slow down. It's a day of "lasts". I'm so happy, but I'm sad.
|View to Broadway From the West|
|St Michael's, Broadway, From Waterloo Footbridge|
|Stretching My Calves on the Church Steps =8-0|
|Broadway Tower. If I Wasn't Taking This Picture|
I'd Be Hiding Behind the Building to Get Out of the Wind and Rain
|A Road of Potatoes? What's Up With That?|
|3½ more miles, no "P" in Campden?|
|In Happy Lands! Somewhere Between Pillow Mounds and Campden Hole. |
Gotcha. No Problemo.
|On Hoo Lane|
|My Feet on the Medieval Floor of the Market Hall. And a Cigarette Butt. Sheesh.|
|Excuse Me... That's 102 Miles! It Looks Like It Says "Bath Room". Why Would They Put This Milestone in the Parking Lot Crammed up|
Beside a Building? I Hope They move It.
|Linda & Steve on Broadway Tower When We Returned on a Better Day. We Drove.|
|View From Broadway Tower Park in the Sun|
|Another Shot of St Michaels, Broadway|
|I Love This View ~ Chipping Campden From Dover's Hill,|
|Me on Dovers Hill|
|And From Whom Are We Protecting Ourselves Now?|
|Last, I Confess, I Cried.|