There is an Upper Slaughter and a Lower Slaughter that both lie along the Eye River. Slaughter has nothing to do with murder or killing, rather it comes from the Old English word for muddy place. That was very appropriate as we squished through a mile or more of muddy path to get to Lower Slaughter. Our shoes and pants were muddy and we looked like real trekkers, all we needed were the walking poles to seal the deal. There was a very nice Inn in town and we stopped for a cup of tea. It was getting later in the day and we thought about trying to catch the bus but it runs hourly and we had just missed the 4:14 bus. So after trying Uber we asked the receptionist if she could call a taxi. As luck would have it there was a taxi headed to Lower Slaughter. We strolled about town for a bit and popped into the art exhibit while the taxi waiting for the taxi to arrive. Leslie found a fine set of earnings and while buying them we got to talking. We cut the chatting short as we got a feeling about the taxi. It turned out that the taxi arrived ten minutes earlier than was expected but the driver did not have to wait long before we were in the car and headed back.
The stone work here is of high quality
This seemed to be a rather large tour group off to the right but we never saw them again
The water in the Eye River is very clear
Time for a spot of tea
The inn here has a nice bar and patio
It seems that all the streams have been managed for use in mills
A bit of whitewater
The town was not large but bigger than we expected
The ivy is making a run for this building
A great shade of red
The river is giving great reflections
Stately buildings
This roof was made of slate
Just someone's house
Very nice stonework
The millwheel was moving
Not moving much but still moving
The gardens are still in bloom
So pretty
We strolled along the river, crossed the bridge and then headed back towards the Inn
A planted yard
Popped into this art show
Lots of bees
