A hot, cloudless day had us setting out in good time from Barrowden, a village of creamy oolitic limestone, like a segment of the Cotswolds dropped by a benevolent genie on the uplands of the River Welland’s wide, fertile valley. Soon the pale stone spire of Barrowden church sank behind, and we were following the Jurassic Way through the cool rides and sun-splashed glades of Wakerley Great Wood. This swathe of ancient woodlands is a playground for Sunday cyclists, rovers and family groups. In the meadows on the far side we found a golden road spread before us, a path strewn thickly with buttercups. We were walking with our friends and their dog Ozzy, a black retriever full of fizz.

Source: The Times June 07, 2019 23:02 UTC