We take train from Paddington to Reading, and from there to Pangbourne. There’s some family event going there, weather permitting.
We make a short detour to take a look at a pretty little church.
Then we walk along cow pastures.
Stumble upon what other group of middle aged hikers suggests to be a female stag beetle crossing the road.
Kites are flying so low they look huge. Maybe they are huge.
We watch some young cows race down a hill to an unknown but rather desirable target. They can be fast when they want to.
Then by abandoned factory we need to make a small detour around a herd of cows blocking the path, and a longer detour, because part of the path is closed.
Now I remember that Goring is the village with a cafe in the arcade. There are a couple of cafes that look decent, but we decide to travel back to Canary Wharf and have a brunch at a newly opened Brother Marcus.
The experience is better than on Borough Market. Although they still don’t get their poached eggs right.
