The first place you arrive at going down the South Oxford, is Napton on the Hill, although the village itself is just over the hill. Not being deterred by the strange yellow object in the sky, I thought I’d go exploring in the hope of finding some refreshment.
This pub, imaginatively named “the Bridge” has sadly closed down but it is being renovated into a rather nice home. I left the tow path and followed the signs pointing towards the windmill. And as I climbed up and up and up I was able to sit on these fabulous rocks to look out over the vista.
It looked like I could see for miles and miles, although it was too hazy for the photo to pick up, I could see the Rugby cement works well over 10 miles away as the crow flies.
I eventually made it up to the windmill, which is also now part of a private home so not accessible to the public.
However there was a small commemorative garden, recognising the service from the village during the second world war as Naptons elevation made it a key observation post. The brow of the hill now has too many tall trees to see 360 degrees but I can imagine how terrifying it was to see the bombs being dropped on places like Coventry.
I carried on walking down the lanes past the Norman church, saying hello to the sheep on the way
The sensible ones where taking it easy in the shade.