a sunday in the cotswolds

Sunday morning everyone took advantage of the weekend and slept in. Once awake, we mosied out of bed and downstairs for cups of tea and breakfast. Megan put together a yummy spread of croissants and jam which we quickly devoured. It was then a quick clean up and out to see sites of the Cotswolds.

James first drove us to a very old pub in a nearby village where we stopped for cups of coffee. Made of bricks with thick wooden furniture and two fireplaces crackling away this pub was both welcoming and cozy. The cappuccinos were delicious with perfect foam and James got an entire cafetiere for his order of coffee. As we browsed through papers and chatted away it neared the lunch hour and the pub quickly began to fill with people coming for their Sunday roast. Our coffee cups emptied and we carried on for more sightseeing.



Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures as we drove through the next village. It seriously looked just the movies. A stereotypical old English village. Beautiful and quaint. Think "The Holiday" and you have this village. I also learned on this part of our journey about dry stone walls that are used in the Cotswolds to separate fields rather than the usual hedges. The walls are made of stone but no mortar so each piece is specifically chosen to be a perfect fit. It must take ages to create these around entire fields!

We then stopped at a vantage point for fresh air and far reaching views of the area. It was horribly windy and cold though. Meagan and I stayed behind the visitor info area trying to protect ourselves while James and Tom went walking and found a few stray cows.




All chilly and starting to feel hungry again we headed back into Cheltenham. The restaurant where we attempted to dine the night before had said they would give us a good deal on lunch, so that is where we went. The service was prompt, we were seated as soon as we walked in and our food was served quickly and hot. I had a lamb roast that was so tendered it practically feel apart. It is safe to say that is the best roast I have ever had out.

Full once again and slightly sleepy we headed back to James and Megans'. With football on in the background I almost fell into an afternoon nap. I was woken for afternoon tea of blackcurrant crumble, which Tom made and brought as a thank you. Far too soon it was six in the evening and we still had a long car journey back to Brighton.

Love