We drove through the countryside taking a small sideroad that took us through the tiny hamlet of Little Compton (not to be confused with the "Straight Outta" Compton of Los Angeles). A sudden clearing in the woodlots found a wide-open farm field ahead of us with far-reaching views back toward Moreton in Marsh and the Cotswold hills. It was so breathtaking, we had to stop for a photo.
From here, we drove passed the Rollright Stones, bypassed Chipping Norton and made our way into the town of Woodstock. The name means "clearing in the woods" and was a royal forest for the kings. It was here that Henry II had his trysts with fair Rosamund (see our previous blog post on that interesting story). It became famous for making gloves, but today its primary industry is tourism brought from living next to Blenheim Palace.
We didn't stop in Woodstock. Instead we went to the tiny village of Bladon famous for being where Churchill is buried. We found a place to park, then took a back entrance into the palace's park.

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A mannequin from the back appears in the mirror as a video reflecting the first Duchess of Marlborough discussing the building of Blenheim Castle. |

We lunched in The Water Terrace Cafe then took a walk through the nearby Terrace gardens before walking back to the car. Lady Jane dropped me at the Oxford rail station, promising to visit the Queen of the Cotswolds again soon.
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