On a fair and warm day we may rest here in perfect content, listening to the rush of the weir, watching the swallows flit and skim over the calm water and break the glassy surface into circling ripples; or gazing with silent pleasure down the stream as it continues its peaceful course by wood and meadow.
Not far below Chadbury, past Wood Norton--a country seat of the Duke of Orleans, and by him lately rebuilt--its deer park and plantations, past flowery banks, and thick beds of rushes haunted by waterfowl, is the village of Fladbury.

Pleasant-looking houses with trim gardens border the river on our right, and beyond are two mills, with the rushing weir between.

That on our left is Cropthorne Mill, now a dwelling-house.
In Fladbury Church are some coats-of-arms in stained glass, said to have come from the Abbey of Evesham.

One shield bears the device of Earl Simon.

There is also a fine altar tomb, inlaid with brasses, bearing the effigies of some members of the Throckmorton family.