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Matilda’s Coffee shop permanently closed. The pub is open.

A beautiful park with an obelisk as the centrefold, built in 2012 to mark the Queen's Diamond Jubilee.

If you know the English novelist Flora Thompson, you may enjoy this stop at her childhood home.

Picturesque gravel road from Cottisford, links well with routes into Tusmore or on towards Hethe

The Butchers Arms Fringford and Matilda's closed in Nov 2022. Unlikley to open anytime soon. Check before you go.

Matilda's Coffee Shop is attached to the Butchers Arm, Check for opening hours on on my visit it is open everyday except Sunday 8:30 to 16:30. Plenty of seating inside and outside. A coffee and cake style place

Matilda's Coffee Shop, adjoining the Butcher's Arms pub in Fringford, has charm and patisserie to detour for!

Flora Thompson (née Timms) (1876 – 1947) was a self-taught English novelist, who wrote about the decay of Victorian agrarian England. She is best known for her semi-autobiographical trilogy "Lark Rise to Candleford". "Laura's parents ... thought the house was well worth the rent, for it was two small thatched cottages made into one, with two bedrooms and a good garden. Of course, as they said, it had not the conveniences of a town house. Until they themselves had bought an oven grate and put it in the second cottage downstairs room, known as 'the wash-house', there was nowhere to bake the Sunday joint, and it was tiresome to have to draw water up from a well and irritating in wet weather to have to walk under an umbrella half way down the garden to the earth closet. But the cottage living-room was a pleasant place, with its well-polished furniture, shelves of bright crockery, and red-and-black rugs laid down to 'take the tread' on the raddled tile floor. In summer the window stood permanently open and hollyhocks and other tall flowers would push their way in and mingle with the geraniums and fuchsias on the window-sill. This room was the children's nursery ... [and ] had one advantage over most nurseries. The door opened straight out on to the garden path and in fine weather the children were allowed to run in and out as they would. Even when it rained and a board was slipped, country fashion, into grooves in the doorposts to keep them in, they could still lean out over it and feel the rain splash on their hands and see the birds flicking their wings in the puddles and smell the flowers and wet earth while they sang: 'Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day.'" From Flora Thompson's "Lark Rise to Candleford"