The Cotswolds stole my heart a long time ago. It's also tugged at my mum's heart strings, she's often visited with my dad and her best friend (my dear God mother) Auntie Wendy. As my dad is now 84 years young, he's not confident driving long distance; Waitrose and the bakers are his limits these days. So Mark and I decided to step in.
On Christmas Day 2017, I placed a rhyme in the Christmas crackers, announcing we had booked them a little trip for Spring 2018.
First stop was Burford.
I can't resist an antique shop, mindful of Scarlet Moss Vintage.
Here's my mum, window shopping.
Here's my dad outside one of the charity shops.
Love all the higgledy-piggledy buildings.
Thank you Auntie Wendy for treating us to lunch. It was delicious, especially the chocolate cake.
Check in time at our home for the night, charming pub at Burton-on-the-water.
Our rooms were situated in the court yard.
Next it was a look around Burton-on-the-water, a picturesque village with a river flowing. Tommy thought the ducks with their bottoms in the air were hilarious.
More quaint shops.
The evening was spent at the pub we stayed at, lovely cosy place.
After our meal it was back to our rooms. Tommy played with his toys, Mark and I opened the wine and put the telly on. Bliss.
The next day, after a hearty breakfast in the pub, we visited Stow-on-the-wold, with vintage fair and tearoom. See you soon the Cotswolds, I hope.