Because it doesn't do to sulk
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I had flown back from Bahrain yesterday, and was about to sulk about not being abroad again. But it doesn't do to sulk, and actually, the UK is a lovely place. Not warm. Not an international gold trading post, or a desert, or on the site of old testament civilisations. But lovely. So I drove into the Cotswolds.
At first, I wandered at random up any road that looked interesting. I meandered through a lot of villages, which I may never find again because I couldn't stop to take photos. Then I stopped in Cheltenham, largely because I have been through it on the train and stranded in its station many, many draft hours.
Cheltenham is a Regency era town, and quite pretty, although not as pretty as Bath.
After that, I found my way to an organic farm food shop, which cheered me up enormously. Bouyed up by the nice food, I went to Bibury.
Pronounced Bye-bury - I was put firmly right when I mispronounced it - it is a stunning little village in the south Cotswolds, not far from Cirencester. Black and white swams, coots, moorhens and ducks swam tranquilly up and down a river. There is a fascinating little church there, with stunning windows and a cast of a saxon gravestone. The original was found in the churchyard and sent off to the British Museum, who have sent back the cast so they have something to display in the church.