It’s about 10kms. 
The poplar photo is interesting in that the woodland around Cussy is all random rather than in serried rows, and I’ve not managed to get a ‘classic’ French trees in straight rows shot anywhere.
Looks like a good, if challenging, walk.
Thank you for sharing your very picturesque hike.
I think Gigi was looking at you rather than the camera. Her slightly anxious expression seems to be “Where is my No1 person going?”
Indeed, but my companion in life looks at me and thinks ‘now where can I lead this poor old geezer today?’
Just a lunchtime 1km around the village - first time I’ve been out since Tuesday.
The rose arch.
Down past the old inn - there was a station once here too.
Then up the track running at the bottom of the village.
The wall on the left belongs to the Old School House, once the village school, before that a chapel, mentioned in the Domesday book (I might have said that before).
The path runs through a small wooded area, then across a field, old rectory on the left.
Looking back down the field.
Turn right here, and you go down to the railway and canal. Left goes up Church street into the village towards home.
Looks like you’re recovering with some quintessential english summer scenes.
Your village church looks interesting, I wonder if it has an earlier Norman or Saxon core that has been concealed by Gothic additions, also sometimes the original defensive tower of older churches was ‘modernised’ with a, additional storey or two in more ornamental style.
The church has Norman origins, though remodelled and added to at various times.
Thanks for the link - it’s really interesting, at least from a architectural and historical standpoint that so much of the interior survived the Reformation, particularly the rood screen.
I noticed mention of the Fermor family tombs and wondered if they were the ancestors of Paddy Leigh Fermor - one of Britain’s greatest walkers, classical polymath, WWII Special Ops guerilla etc - you and many SFers probably know his books, but given this is a rando topic it’s worth including the following lovely quote from his Wikipaedia bio:-
‘At the age of 18 Leigh Fermor decided to walk the length of Europe from the Hook of Holland to Constantinople. He set off on 8 December 1933 with a few clothes, several letters of introduction, the Oxford Book of English Verse and a volume of Horace . He slept in barns and shepherds’ huts, but was also invited by gentry and aristocracy into the country houses of Central Europe. He experienced hospitality in many monasteries along the way.’
While there may be a connection, his father was born in Peckham and does not seem to have come from a well-off background. I’ve some photos of the chapel and the remaining window of the Fermor house ruin on another computer that I’ll dig out later - there is still a large house in the village called Fermor House, but it’s a recent building and AFAIK Suzie the owner is quite unrelated to the family. Quite a remarkable chap though.
This is that Fermor family that had the manor in Somerton:
Apparently the name is likely of French origin: farmer.
I thought Gigi’s look said “Ooh, a photo opp? “
It’s taken a little longer than expected to find my pictures - keywording only works if you do it!
The ruins of Fermor manor (I took these in 2014, and they’re a bit over-processed, plus I can’t find the original files).
Inside the church with the rood screen.
To the right is the Fermor chapel.
Superb photos AM - who are the ‘people’ in Fermore and what about the man in Somerton Church ?
Thank you Rachel.
The couple are Thomas Fermor and his wife Brigitta, from around 1580. and the lone man is Richard Fermor (d 1642). The hourglass and skull decoration are from the tomb of John Fermor, eldest son of Richard, buried in another ornate tomb on the opposite side of the chapel.
More detail on the church and additional pictures here: St James's Church — Somerton, Oxfordshire
Really good news is that, yesterday, the farmer finally cut the very high grass in the 2 fields. 22nd of June, he’s never left it this late, sad we can’t take advantage though, in this heat I have banned us both from them and restricted all walks to the shade of the trees.
I did take a couple of photos to illustrate but the extreme glare on the screen meant I could not see it and ended with 3 selfies. 
Well the wonders of iPhones, I did manage to record a couple of photos in the fields yesterday. Looking at it later there they were so just found them on the iCloud as well, so here they are:
Jules leaving the top of the wood into the vista of the top field, shorn but not collected yet.
and, at the pinch point between the 2 regarding the back/north field. But not for today, the heat in that desert would be envied by the Sahara. I told him to turn left back into the trees after which we take a slightly different track back home. Sorry, somehow this turned into a video 
Congrats!
I think that might be the first video in over seven hundred posts on this thread.
Maybe a tad avant garde for some people’s tastes (!) but I enjoyed it because it conveyed a sense of duration and of walking through countryside.
David, it’s called ‘rowed up’ after it’s been cut, then it’s ready for baleing. You probably already know this but maybe have forgotten. 
Had no idea, so have learned something new, every day is a learning day but if that is true and considering I have had around 20,000 so far, why don’t I know more?
Answer, because it is a rolling learning, as fast as something is learned, something else drops off into the chasm of forgetfulness .
@DrMarkH did you actually see a video then? Just looks like a large picture to me.
As Toya Wilcox used to say and I do now without me two front teeth ‘ith a mythtery’
In actual fact David, I’ve got that in the wrong order. You cut the crop, fluff it up (once, maybe twice to dry it) then row it up then bale it.
That is called tedding, I believe 
if you mean the turning and spreading.
