I started the day with a full English Brekky and then went on a walk through the local village - Bletchingly. It's beautiful place - took a walk past the old Post Office and along the church lane to St Mary the Virgin Church. This church is over 900 years old. It is quite beautiful inside and out and as most churches here have a veritable treasure trove of history in the graveyard that surrounds. It's so stunning to see so many graves dating back to before European history in Australia.

Some other friends from Mt Tamborine, Anne & John, joined Barb in taking me to see some lovely spots within a few miles of the Whyte Harte Pub. I'm afraid it was another day of having to pinch myself - I am so blessed to be in this place of priceless beauty and amazing history. It was a beautiful sunny day and the road trip was just magnificent passing through quaint cottages and villages and scenic country-side.

Our first stop was Box Hill. This afforded beautiful views that, if it had been a clear sky, would have allowed us to see to the coast. It was the site of a Fort that was built during the Napoleonic Wars and was used until the 2nd World War. It had been an armoury and protected ammunition from two different 'little corporals'.

We then headed off to see more sights. On our way we came upon a quaint village, Ockley. It is worthy of a 'chocolate box' complete with a village green at the centre. We stopped to get a few piccies.

We then proceeded to Arundel (pronounced Arin Dell). This place is dwarfed by a Castle (unfortunately it wasn't open) but I got a few snaps from the outside. The town is situated on the Arun River. It also has the remains of a medieval Priory right by the river. We took a stroll around the town and had lunch at a delightful cafe (a converted stable). I had steak and kidney pudding for the first time - yummy!

After Arundel, we travelled to Eastergate. There was St George's Church where my friend Paul's father had been vicar in 1960. There had been a church on the site since 1088 but this beautiful small church was much younger (built in 1246). We also saw the Rectory where spent some of his growing up years.

Travelling back again the views were stunning - we even saw a windmill. Driving back I am just so grateful to my friends for showing me around and so aware of the blessings and goodness of God.