From the ridiculous to the sublime. After a very chilly evening last week – the log fire the pub was so very very welcome – we jumped this week to a perfect midsummer evening at the Plough in Great Haseley with our old friends Owlswick Morris.

There’s one rather unusual thing about Owlswick, as Morris sides go. They frequently appear accompanied by their very own owl, and this week was one of those occasions.

Isobel holds the Owlswick owl.

With the weather so balmy, we carried on dancing until the light started to fade, and then enjoyed the rest of a near-perfect evening with some music and chat.

Oh well. English weather being what it is, that might just have been summer.