I too had the pleasure of joining Fiona on a “Herb Walk” around her garden, so interesting to learn about what I had thought were wild flowers (some call weeds) are actually herbs.
See below for Carlie’s post on attending another one of Fiona’s evenings.
Herb Walk and Lecture by Fiona Taylor at Hadsham Farm, Oxfordshire.
Congratulation to Dave and Natasha who celebrated their 10 year anniversary as the landlords of the Red Lion Pub on Sunday 3rd August.
It was a beautiful afternoon with a steel band playing, Dave’s disco, food, cake and of course a few drinks!
More to follow ….. meanwhile here’s to another 10 years !
Horley’s Safari Supper (aka Progressive Dinner)
Join us for a walking safari supper with excitement, exercise and adventure as you experience the “Big 5” wine and dine right here in Horley on Saturday 20th September:
Such a fun way to meet villagers, as you drink, walk and eat your way around Horley, you may even spot some local game!
Only £20 per person and one bottle of wine per couple for your 1st host, all proceeds go to St. Etheldreda Church. To secure your place (or be a host) call me Debra Fox 730980 or email me theboma@btinternet.com
Limited places so to avoid disappointment , let me know now:
Note: If only one person can come please let me know as we always have others who can go round with you
Horley Fest 2014 …………….who knew we had such a event going on in our mist.
Live music and disco from the pop up frog stage, beach bar and BBQ hut, Games, 140ft water slide, sumo suit wrestling, camping, camp fire and all happening in a field in Wroxton Lane!
Also see Carlie’s post from last year……
It’s already raining as we bounce down the Wroxton Road. Fine, misty stuff that makes crystal beads in the children’s hair. The tarmac gleams blackly-slick, and the chestnut on the corner of Little Lane totters beneath its weight of sodden leaves. It’s nearly eight o’clock, but feels later, darkness sneaking in on the rolling waves of a rain-grey sky.
We’re singing 1Direction ‘You don’t know you’re beautiful’ – the same line over and again -Oh, oh-oh, because none of us know the proper words. There’s me and four children, singing, screeching and twirling through Horley, party nerves sending us hyper. I’m the only one with gin in one pocket, and tonic in the other. I have a blue plastic beaker forced into the back pocket of my skinny jeans. I am wearing six earrings in my ears for the first time in fifteen years, and I feel as if I’m…
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