I had occasion to visit a local village big enough to be called a town if the inhabitants were not so opposed to that suggestion.   I suddenly found myself in need of the dental laboratory over there with the nice young chap who so obligingly sorts my denture calamaties at the drop of a hat.   After dropping it off, I was dispatched to while away two hours whilst he set about performing yet another miracle.  Rather than drive home, I decided to leave my motor parked up outside and take a tourist like waltz around the area.   It was so enlightening – I started off in the rather drab midlandsy main road, but turning down a lane signposted to the local church, I discovered a gorgeous older village, with a stunningly beautiful church and associated buildings.  It gave me such a lift and I thoroughly enjoyed my elongated walk back to the dental lab – a real tonic!