Kind friends took us out to lunch today. We met them beforehand in the National Trust car park for Chastleton House, and had a walk together round the village to get up our appetites. (They are serious foodies.) Though we had visited the House previously, we hadn't explored the village: it's rather pretty. But feelings are running high against the National Trust amongst the villagers - judging from the irately-worded posters stuck up everywhere. The House is now open on Sundays, and there are said to be plans going in for a tea shop: what has been 30,000 visitors a year is feared to jump to 60,000, with a fair number of them driving through the village. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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