"Stands the church clock ...

... at ten to three twenty five past three,
And is there honey still for tea?"

With apologies to Rupert Brooke and his lovely poem "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

We had a busy morning getting hair cuts, going to the supermarket, etc., followed by a late lunch on our way home in The Black Cat cafe at 2:45pm.  A quick walk around Northleach churchyard afterwards provided my blip for today.