Got any bread, mate?
Nope.
Well, keep out of our village then!
Mrs Mallard is not impressed. She's got four ducklings to feed.
Capitalist consumerism hits the Cotswolds.
Paula and Vicky are appalled.
Paula's hot-off-the-internet new shoes light up Burford.
Something wicked this way comes.
Time to take shelter.
Of course, there are always some folk (i.e. David and Tony) who are daft enough to stay outside in order to capture an image of any lightning.
Needless to say, they didn't (but they did get wet).
Putting a brave face on the lemon drizzle cake in Huffkins.
Vicky's verdict: distinctly average - not enough drizzle.
Vicky, Tony and Paula outside the most photographed pub in Burford.
Now then children, remember, always look right, left, then right again before crossing the road.
After a lovely time of too much food, tea, and lemon drizzle cake, but not enough lightning, it's time to wander back to the car park and the drive back home.
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