Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door...?

Or pull, perhaps... Call me greedy, but I WANT a door bell like this!

We are back in our neighbouring village of Castle Combe, and continue the walk I started with you a few days ago. If you approach the village from the lower end, you are greeted by this lovely sign:


Our boys love trout-spotting at this spot, and feeding the ducks - who were apparently hiding the day these photos were taken...

Can you see the yummy old and rusty roller leaning against the wall there? I have zero use for one, but can I have it, please? Please?!

Oh, wouldn't I like to explore what is behind these gates? And have they not left them open in a very inviting manner? How I would die to peer into the windows, just to see what decorating style and treasures inhabit this beautiful abode. Perhaps one day I will knock, knock, knock on a door to see if I can find out...