My sister Laura and her husband Phillip took Virginia and me to Nevills Cafe in Medbourne, a charming old village with a stream running straight through it. By the traditional Church the stream even makes a ford! A lot of water had fallen recently and a Land Rover and trailer made a bigger splash when they rushed across the ford. There's an ancient pack horse bridge there too if one doesn't want to get one's feet wet. The cafe was interesting, but I don't know I want the cucumber and mint presse again. So colourless I thought they had brought me water by mistake! But the taste was really pungent.