Over the Mountains to Buckland

Both of us awoke to what seemed a low-energy day. In the early afternoon we decided to head off on a wee walk, having been told that the village of Buckland was nearby...with an easy walk to get there. Easy, sure, if you have cloven hooves! (Watch the news, the woman in the tourist center may be in danger.)
We headed off ... Liz in her sandals. We crossed flowing meadows and communed with the sheep. We passed through several gates and walked across fields of hay. Then we hit the Himalayas. From the top of one field (pictured) the view back to Broadway was gorgeous. "Do they fly medivac copters out here?" Liz wanted to know. We kept climbing, then leveled off for a long stretch. If there had been clouds, I know we would have been in them. I kept looking for a base camp.
Nearing Buckland, we hit the downside of things...oh, my. Not only was the pitch very steep, but several gates had to be climbed over. (See the picture.) Liz stared at the first one for quite a while. Up and over she went, and by the time we reached the last one she practically bounded over it. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but we are calling her "MG" now (mountian goat).
The descent into the village was steep for sure, but all was worth it: We stumbled on Buckland Manor, an exclusive hotel just then serving veddy high tea. The picture of the flowers was taken from our seat in their garden. They were good enough to call us a taxi... perhaps pleased to be rid of the under-dressed, red-faced yanks.