| Chapter 1 - Long Compton (part 1) |
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August is not a good month to be in Houston. The summer weather patterns (heat and humidity) conspire together with the risk of tropical storms and hurricanes (Alicia is engraved on my memory) to pose the question "Why do I live here?"
So it was that, with a little prompting from April, already in England, that I booked an airmiles ticket with Continental Airlines to London on August 9, 2000, arriving at London Gatwick on time the next morning. April was there to meet me and we drove the two and half hours journey to Long Compton, joining the M25 rush hour for part of the way. |
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Long Compton is our home away from home. Actually I am sure April would reverse this statement and say that Houston is home away from home. But that's the fun of having two nationalities living under the same two roofs! Unlike Houston, Long Compton is a small village with a population of less than one thousand. It is located at the southern tip of the county of Warwickshire (a.k.a. Shakespeare Country) but in many ways it is more representative of the Cotswolds. This will be explained in the paragraphs that follow. |
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In addition to the sheep, the area has its share of other interesting farm animals, including the Oxfordshire Sandy and Black pig and variant of the Longhorn: | ![]() |
| A more domesticated resident is Charlie, our neighbor's cat. | ![]() |
[Note: The Ashton's no longer live in Long Compton!] |
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