Cold Ashton to Chipping Sodbury

Of a truth, the destination was really Old Sodbury, a mile east of Chipping Sodbury and a mile south of Little Sodbury, which is en route tomorrow. But I wanted a bit of a town, so here we are.  

One would think that a town with the name Chipping Sodbury would boast at least one olde fashioned ice cream shoppe, but no. However, there was an excellent fruit and vegetable store, and a good peach is rare find.   

Yellow as far as the eye can see: 

but note the color of the sky.  The weather has been unpleasantly hazy and humid.

Daisies!  I just love daisies, wild ones:

Keeping with the theme of fields, note the path:

In addition to there being lots of fields to traverse, there was some exquisite woodland.  The smell was divine, so fresh and cool.  And does not nature create its own art?

The origin of the Pen in this Pennsylvania is uncertain, according to a certain William Lewis who wrote what must be the definitive work of English place names: What's in an English Place Name? He suggests, tentatively, that it could be from the Welsh word for pen, which makes no sense at all, or it could be for a person, but which Penn is that Penn we do not know as opposed to the other one, which we do know.  At least the sylvania part is right out of Latin 101.

Also in the woods, a Message Box:

And, indeed, inside was a plastic container containing some.  (No, I did not read any.)

Signage for the day did not disappoint:

Indeed it should not!

Now this one is a head scratcher:

Does this mean you are supposed to hitch up outside the bar like you do a horse outside a saloon?  (I trust the dogs are not fouling the Parish Hall Car Park either.)

 

Shy kitty in the grass: