Bourton-on-the-Water, The Slaughters, and Stow on the Wold.
The NAMES, the names.
Each town is cozy, cute, and full of beautiful buildings in that creamy Cotswolds stone.
I truly could not tell them apart at this point, either. Soz. Just imagine lots of tromping around in sheep-filled fields, going over tiny wee bridges, and tons and tons of tour buses. It was chilly and not particularly nice, so I shudder to think how crammed those places get in high summer. Phew.
Then we went to Sudeley Castle, which is another funny one. I feel like once you get used to the ol’ National Trust property, any privately owned places are going to be weird. This was absolutely no exception. Sudeley is known for being the former home of Catherine Parr, final wife of Henry VIII (to recap: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived—huzzah it’s Catherine Parr!). It’s also had a strange reno with some dusty “exhibitions” that were not overly interesting. Either way, it was a quick visit and the grounds, with ruins from the original castle, were beautiful.
And finally, we started the somewhat inexplicably complicated drive to Wales. I don’t know. Neither of us had been to Wales before, and we saw our opportunity to take a quick jaunt out west and just put a toe over the border.
I’d found a very eccentric inn to stay at near Monmouth, so we made our way there. I’d love to go back and really SEE the place, but it was a nice taste of a region that is really fucking into dragons.
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