Sunday, May 19
Today, we visited a few more towns in the Cotswolds district. We started in Winchcombe. It was Sunday morning so there weren’t too many people up about yet.
We did run into a tour bus driver hanging out waiting for his tour group. He was very chatty and we talked for about thirty minutes. He asked lots of questions to try and get a handle on the geography of the United States from the snippets he’d heard of – New York, the Amish, Los Angeles. When Jim told him he was a retired police officer, he was very interested in talking Americans and guns. He was amazed that police shootings are not as common as he thought. He had the idea that police were more like cowboys in the old West and ran around having shootouts every day and it took some doing to convince him otherwise. It was interesting hearing his take on things.
I, on the other hand, was surprised to learn just how phobic he seemed to be about guns. I knew handguns were not at all common in the UK but I didn’t realize even long guns for hunting were verboten.
We passed a pretty stone building that turned out to be the local police station.
And a gate to Winchcombe Parish Hall.
We drove on to Broadway and saw more of the yellow limestone that used all over the Cotswolds. We saw a lot of wisteria growing in the area and I loved the colors against the warm yellow. This very old one stretched across two buildings from an enormous trunk.
We wandered through some of the shops along the High Street. I couldn’t resist stopping in the Broadway Cookshop. I’d been hoping to find a traditional British pudding mold but decided it’d be too hard to get crockery home in one piece. Instead, I bought a great red and white polka dot apron made in Norwich, England.
We stopped for lunch at the Horse and Hound Pub.
Here Jim is about to enjoy a traditional Sunday roast of roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and roast veggies and Hook Norton Brewery Hooky Bitters.
Funnily enough, we didn’t see as many thatched roof cottages as I expected. We finally found a few towards the end of the day in Chipping Campden. This one is a rental and is called The Thatched Cottage. Oh, how we are laughing.
We passed another thatched roof house with what looked like a hedge sculpted into a large chick.
British writer Graham Greene lived in this decorative house from 1931 to 1933.
We finished up our day in Stow-On-The-Wold. The service at the Parish Church of St Edward was about to begin so we just walked around outside. I love the yew trees that have almost become part of the doorway.
The church had quite a few weathered gargoyles.
We drove back to Burford and planned our next day’s trip to the Uffington White Horse.