Little Barford, Bedfordshire (Day 42)

What an eerie little village. Would loved to have explored more and would have...save for the pounding, driving rain. Followed by hail and sleet. (Note Hubby and Baby sheltering in church doorway like hobos.)

I know it's blurry, and you can barely see it in the background. But. What a cool (abandoned)manor house. After hubby ran crying for the car--"Oh, the rain, wah!"--I sprinted with the dog up to the perimeter, only to find that it was pretty well gated. Shame. A friend of mine had a chance to see it before security measures were put into place, and, apparently, it's chock-a-block with old furniture.