After a week in Bristol, Mark and I headed back to the Cotswolds last weekend for Easter to spend some time relaxing in the countryside. The weather on Saturday was absolutely glorious, so we put on some sunscreen (well, one of us did, ahem) and went for a long walk around the twin villages of Bibury and Arlington. This particular spot is high up on the list of coach-stops for the Cotswold tours, for reasons we’ll get to in a moment. But first, a fluffy duckling interlude (it was Easter, after all):
These little sweeties were toddling around by the stream in Arlington, charming the many visitors. Mum was remaining very calm, all things considered. You might almost say, unruffled.
Now, the reason for the tour buses:
These picturesque cottages are known as Arlington Row, and are owned by the National Trust. They were weavers’ cottages once upon a time, and their occupants would not have been leading very pleasant lives being paid by the piece in these cramped little houses. Now, however, they’re a big tourist draw. Just out of the shot to the right are coachloads of tourists descending to partake of cream teas and the like.
We set off to escape the crowds on a ramble through the fields, and did for the most part, until we came to a crowd of cows.
I don’t know very much about cows, but I do know that walking inbetween mummy cows and baby cows isn’t a good idea. None of the cows in this field were babies, but some were younger than others, so might have been teenager cows and their mums- in any event, we skirted around them carefully and were on our way again without trouble!
These smelled absolutely heavenly.
Back in Bibury we found a pub which wasn’t too busy that had a lovely garden and picnic tables in the shade. We stopped for lunch and elderflower presse for me and a pint of real English ale for Mark (Cotswold ale in fact- Hook Norton or ‘Hooky’).
I had a little nap on the picnic bench, with a canopy of leaves and blossoms above me.
All in all, a perfect walk.