Lunch at the Polecat Pub

There are some ancient and beautiful old houses, in flint or brick or both, in Prestwood, some medieval and Tudor.

However, you wonder what goes on inside them, when you see this sort of sign!

"Can I have a bottle of mixed blonde and brunette, please?" "Will they still be alright for Christmas?"

We walked to the 'Polecat' pub from home with Valerie, my cousin. Our two families shared a house in London until we were aged about 11 and now Jacqui and Tom live only 20mins from Valerie. Such coincidences.

We had a pleasant lunch and walked home through a field marked 'bull in this field' --but we think he was occupied with a herd of cows in another field!