It dawned with a promise of a beautiful day. Blue sky could be seen out the bedroom window - of course the birds were singing as they have every morning since our arrival in this country. Lying in bed listening to the mama sheep conversing with their lambs was very peaceful. It felt good to lie there just a few minutes longer before getting up. We went for a short walk before breakfast, admiring the town we had called home overnight.
Some time during breakfast, which was served by our charming host, optimistically attired in shorts, the clouds bullied their way across the expanse of blue. We hope that our day will prove to be drier than the previous. Our breakfast companions from San Francisco were also walking the indiscernible paths of the Cotswolds, and they had opted to extend their stay in certain towns in order to see the sights. This is a great idea for the next time we come this way.
Trevor and Jean willingly offered to give us a lift, but due to their pride and love for their area, they wanted us to encourage us to walk at least some of it. Assuring us that the last portion of the walk was not through mudbogs, they gave us a lift to Stanton and directed us to the walking paths from there. However, they had not calculated the amount of rain that had fallen and we were very soon looking for the tarmack again. Shortly after they dropped us off for our pleasant walk, that liquid sun started to fall again all around us and on us, trickling down our necks. We quickly donned our bright water apparel once more.
The only tarmack available was along the main road so we walked the rest of the distance trying to remember that the cars on the right, coming towards us were on our side of the highway. So here we are in Broadway. It is not what I expected of Broadway when I was growing up. Rather than bright lights and movie stars it is a very quaint town of yellow Cotswold stone and beautiful flower gardens, geared to help tourists part with yet more of their money. We have yet to toodle around and see what spectacular sights we can find but we are about to do that before stopping for....you got it....a shandy. Before we do we feel impelled to tell you we have been upgraded to separate rooms. Don't worry we are not at war, but since we arrived at the guest house first, before the girls who actually walked the entire trail, we got the choice rooms. Yeah for us......More tomorrow. Love y'all!
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I guess those great commercials they are running now adays with the rain pouring down, dreary and grey and in one ad what appears to be an elderly sheep laying down chewing it cud while the rain drips of its face, and the caption "Come visit beautiful Britain" is pretty spot on......Ha ha. Now, more importantly.....hitchhiking? and drinking? ???? :) Love LaurLaur
I can see you will be bringing home a new tradition - thelovely shandy - hoist one for me! Terry
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