I’ve been experimenting and there is either 2 photos above or a lot of gobbledygook. If it’s 2 photos then one is a photo of our hotel in Limpley Stoke, the other has Cheryl posing in the window of our room with a cup of tea in hand.
If it’s gobbledygook, then don’t worry.
Yesterday we made a traumatic exit from Bath, heading for our B&B in Boughton-on-the-Water. Traumatic because we had no idea which way to go, we only had large scale maps and we didn’t trust Geeves (our GPS).
We circulated through the city 2x before we decided to give Geeves his head and followed him – somewhat nervously. Surprisingly, he actually got us out of the city. Wherein we rewarded him by ignoring him for some time – to our cost.
At one stage, when we thought all was going well, we came across a sign saying the road we were heading North on was closed for repairs and we needed to take the M4 – that’s a major highway with trillions of cars on it!
It said take the M4E – but we only had 100 yards in which to make a decision, so we veered in true Toad of Toad Hall style onto the M4. Only trouble was it was the M4W. We then realized that E = East and W = West. Oops, 180 degrees the wrong way. Suddenly we were headed for Southern Wales!
We managed to find a service centre and there Cheryl asked for directions (well, I wasn’t going to was I?). A significant detour and about an hour’s worth if extra driving later and we were closing in on our destination. Cheryl insisted on buying two bottles of Shiraz and two straws – we both needed and deserved them!
After a good night’s sleep we ventured onto the narrow roads in the Cotswolds again, with much more faith in Geeves, and he didn’t let us down. Today we visited Chipping Camden – don’t they have great names. Here’s some of them:
Upper Slaughter, Lower Slaughter, Stow-on-the-Wold, Moreton-in-Marsh, Nether Westcote, Ampney Crucis, Shipston-on-Stour, Upper Swell, and many more…
CC was wonderful, had coffee then on to Hidcote Manor. You should Google it. We were introduced to HM by my friend and former boss Angela King and her husband Brian via a DVD they loaned us. It was brilliant.
Cheryl walked around in a daze, sketching madly things she seen in paintings, photos and in film for years.
We thought we’d finished the day with a visit to the town Broadway (lovely), then Cheryl accidentally sat on her glasses. An emergency dash to Eversham, some TLC from a very helpful Optometrist and we relied on Geeves to get us home again.
A stressful end to a wonderful day requiring the application of medicinal Jacobs Creek Shiraz. Thank goodness for medicine!
Tomorrow we visit Upper & Lower Slaughter. If I show Cheryl as much sympathy again as I did when she sat on her glasses, then the towns may well live up to their names!