Ah, England – My Darling

I will never make it as a travel blogger. I will, however, attempt my own sort of English trip family visit recap. (Absent any of the blow by blow driving terrors with My Loving Spouse driving a manual (stick shift) French car, (clearly it was the French’s fault) from the right side of the car on the left side of the road.

Our view from our window at Cousin Mike’s. Farningdon, Uk, even with jet lag you know you’re in England. Cousin Mike calls his wife ‘My Darling’, which I found rather endearing. (I began noticing how many people use these words. Even the woman at baggage claim sounded lovely as she was trying to get me out of her way in order to retrieve her luggage. Excuse me, just doesn’t have the same ring.)

Cousin Mike’s wife and I hit it right off. There was a general consensus that we two could get into a lot of trouble, if we actually lived in the same continent. I’d greatly looked forward to some of the shops in Farningdon and felt it was fairly rude that this one was closed both days we were there. Perhaps it was all for the best.

Beautiful old stone buildings in the Cotswolds

always capture a place in my heart. They’re not ‘made to look old’ as so often is the case in the US, they are old….and so lovely.

My happiest place on the trip family visit was Yew Tree Farm B&B. I think Heaven will be a farm….

Upon arriving we had a cup of tea and then took off on a walk with directions provided from our hostess. They were speaking my ‘love language’ when it said, climb the stile and walk through the cows field.

We carried on to the lake, stopping to take pictures of every beautiful 5 plank gate we passed.

The lake…

More gates…the epitome of ‘form and function’.

Even the British farmers rely on a bit of blue ‘chain’ (baling twine).

I carry on down to the locks. A visual treat that filled my soul.

I hurry back to the B&B as we’ve more cousins to meet for dinner….

the view out our bedroom window

and we are blessed.