Cotswolds

The weather forecast (for yesterday, Saturday) suggested that we didn't have a moment to lose. Berenice was walking around Eastnor with the Malvern Hills District Footpath Society, so we searched for the ultimate Saturday drive. The tourist books warn that Bourton-on-the-Water, in the Cotswold district is overly touristified now, but that it is manageable in winter. So we decided to look for some quaintness.

We drove through Tewkesbury (past the abbey, pictured) and Stow-on-the-Wold on the way to Bourton-on-the-Water. The stocks in the village green look like they may not last too much longer. I remember having my photo taken in them last trip (in 1993).

Bourton was exceedingly pretty, almost entirely because of the Windrush River. We explored a little, and found the Duke of Wellington to be a provider of delicious lunches.

We set off for a walk to Lower Slaughter, armed with advice that the track would accommodate a pram. We hurried to try to beat any weather that might turn up, but were unsuccessful. A strategic about-face was called, and we made for the car, which took us faithfully to Lower Slaughter. The walk along the water to the mill delivered just the quaintness sought.

Cheltenham was on our way back home. The contrast in building styles was remarkable. I thought it may have been possible to see a curious doughnut, but no. We didn't stop for any further intake (or is it expenditure) of tourism, because we had an appointment to make: Robbie and Keith, our friendly neighbours, had invited us over for a drink and a snack. We had a good chat, and Minnie the dog kept us entertained. Having some skiing consultants over the fence will prove to be very useful!

I wonder if I'll get to finish that Paris blog entry some time...