After our picnic lunch at Burford we drove a few miles to Bibury, Gloucestershire. William Morris thought it the prettiest village in England, and it is very pretty, but I’m not sure I would call it the prettiest village in England- that sort of statement always begs the question of did he actually visit all the villages before his pronouncement. Never mind lets take a stroll.
The river divides Bibury on the right hand side from Arlington on the left, but people now just think of all of it as Bibury.
Across the river is Arlington row- a much photographed row of weavers cottages. Now in the care of the National Trust. Windows were added to the upper storey of the cottages to allow light in for weaving looms.
Arlington Mill. When we first visited this village (Mr B now 31 was a toddler) this mill was a working museum and you could buy their flour. Sadly it’s now a holiday house which you can rent.
Back across the bridge we went to the church, more in hope than expectation.
I cannot tell you adequately how thrilled I was to discover it open, nor to explain how moved I was to be in a quiet village church after all these months of not being able to go in to one. Surfice it to say there were tears. Just to be able to sit on a pew and relax in the peace that surrounded me was incredible- I knew I had missed my church visits, just not how much.
Fonts are incredible I think- the place where countless babies have been welcomed into the church, and even where buildings are modernised the fonts stay the same through each phase.
It seems to me that in all churches there is always something unique to be found.
Leaving you with one final image the start of Autumn.
I hope you enjoyed this little visit to Bibury. Where next I wonder…..
So much fun visiting all these new places.