A heavy rain to melt away the snow, and then a beautifully sunny afternoon. Only one thing to do - drive over to Blenheim Palace for a walk around the grounds. It's possible the most of the county had the same idea; we certainly found three sets of friends just in our little potter around the lake.
I am intrigued to know what lies beyond this gate - a different world perhaps? And with ice still curling around the edges of the lake, I'd like to know how these fishermen got their boat out onto the water.
There's something deeply peaceful about Blenheim.
And although Woodstock itself was full to bursting, although all the carparks inside the grounds were heaving too, somehow the grounds accommodated all of us, leaving plenty of breathing space.