Having an annual pass for Blenheim Palace, we headed off to Oxfordshire and the village of Woodstock.
Getting out of the car, the wind seemed a little fresher than we had expected, but it soon warmed up. The grounds of BP are so vast, in the years we have been visiting there, we have never done it all, so there is plenty of scope to find something new each visit.
The first stop was the cafe for some coffee.
We then strolled around the gardens.
|One of the local residents|
|A spring idyll, sunshine, daffodils in the foreground and sheep grazing in the distance|
|The parkland has a large variety of different trees|
|The house viewed from the south|
|Not a well kept secret|
After lunch, we then walked off in a different direction heading for the weir.
|On the way we passed all this blossom|
Last time we were there, the weir was not running very fast owing to a lack of rain, but today it was trying hard to imitate Niagara.
|This year the weir was flowing well|
|A bumblebee working hard|
|I am glad that I do not have to find my lunch in such an undignified manner.|
The amusing thing about this posture is that they keep flapping their feet, even though they are in the air and so gives them no purchase.
After that, we were walked out and so around three, we started back for home.
On the way, I was reminded that this is the time of year when you can see where the local houses dumped their garden waste when no one was looking.
Lastly, this sign has always made me wonder. It is not the thing you expect to find in the middle of the Oxfordshire countryside, but it is a rather specialist zoo and does in fact hold a collection of crocodiles and related species from all over the world.