Make a list of all the things that make you feel grateful and happy. I read that somewhere and it made me think . Perhaps we dont make lists anymore . No lists for shopping. No lists of the things we need to do during the day. So today I thought I would make a list of those things that did make me smile . And I could do that on the way to Overton . We had an appointment in the village at 10.20 and would be free to do whatever we wanted after that appointment finished .
As Ziggy ate up the few miles to Overton I laid out my plan for the day. Not to far . Not as long of a ride as last week . Just over the border to England again . A walk . A drink and a bit of lunch . But before that things that made us grateful .
Coffee . A good cup of coffee . I do like that one . It wakes me up. Makes me feel as human as is possible these days. It puts the worlds to rights and sets me up for the day
ahead . Whats not to like ? It makes me think of holidays particularly to Italy . Coffee was scoring highly - Double espressos . A cappucino now and again . Always ending a meal .
Gabby - she takes us everywhere . Holidays to Greece, Italy , France, Croatia and hopefully Turkey . We must make plans on that one . Italian coffee - drunk in a harbourside cafe, on a piazza or French square .
Meals out - Italian meals in proper Italian restaurants , Gnocci, pasta and pizza followed by Tiramisu and coffee .
We were just approaching the tiny village of Overton . It seemed very quiet with just a few parked cars along the main street. A few early morning folks were out shopping . The pub was shut . The chemist opened as was the local award winning butcher. We parked up and the driver set off for his appointment whilst I sat in the car waiting .
The sea I thought - vibrant and very blue . Stormy at times . Promenading along the harbours, Stopping along the way for an Aperol Spritz or a coffee . There was
a pattern developing here . Coffee seemed at the heart of everything I thought about and did . Coffee drunk in a beach cafe on the Med . Coffee sipped slowly on the shores of Lake Garda . The Adriatic and more coffee . The Ionian sea with its small villages and small cafes and that coffee .
It was a reasonable day for the time of year. The sun was shining and we were wrapped up in coats , hats , scarves and gloves . Whilst I waited I got itchy feet . I locked Gabby, dropped the key off and set off on a walk . The church door was open. I had been inside a little over a year ago when I noticed the door open again . The winder up of the clock had let me in and taken me round. My photographs had been particularly poor and my blog sparse so today I thought was the opportunity to let myself in and wander round at my own pace .
The first thing I noticed was the door to the clock winding mechanism was locked . The bell ringing pulls were all hanging like
decorations stung up in the tower . They looked cheery red white and green. I opened the inner door and had the church to myself . It felt peaceful and I felt free to wander at leisure. I did not have a knowledgeable person showing me round but sometimes I prefer that . Being able to stop when I wanted and move on when I had finished. To look for myself. I had walked amongst the ancient 1000 year old yew trees and now I was inside the ancient church .
St Marys - as Overton was a planned town it is probable that the church was likely to have been founded in the late 13th century. The tower was probably constructed in the 14th century with a nave fomed in the shape of a cross . The earliest record of a church here in Overton was 1402. . It is a and open space but with all those usual nooks and crannies you find if you look hard enough. A chancel was added in 1710. A north aisle in 1819 . Much restoration took place with the west gallery being removed in 1854 and a south wall
built . Further restoration took place around 1870 .
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