I was born in England, but it was only at age 46 that I first visited the Cotswolds.
It was, as I was hoping, really beautiful.
In fact, it was so beautiful that it didn’t really feel like England.
It was like the dream you’ve had of an old England before the industrial revolution, the motor ways and the housing estates.
One of my favorite places was called Upper Slaughter - a strange name I know. The place though was simply idyllic. The painting at the top is from that place.
We stayed at a very old hotel in Stow-on-the Wold where the floorboards were so warped that the TV set leaned to one side.
In the evening we looked for a restaurant and found that the best one was full - never forget to book.
And one of the most enjoyable moments was visiting the bar of the hotel. The place exuded such a strong feeling of warmth, snugness and tradition - it could almost have been the The Green Dragon Inn from The Lord of the Rings.
It seems that a lot of Americans also love this old England, I’d never seen so many before.
I hope that one day I’ll go again.
Have you ever been here? What did you think?
Thanks for reading and God bless you, Gareth.