Britain suffered the coldest August bank holiday on record this year.
To many, a perfect excuse to ball up under a warm throw and indulge in a Netflix marathon…
But not I!
I couldn’t bear the thought of a squandering a day off doing nothing. So I threw on my slicker and hit the Cotswolds country roads!
We had lunch in my most favorite village, Kingham, at the Daylesford pub venture “The Wild Rabbit.”
Once I had my bloody mary in hand, I was all smiles.
Though someone was less than impressed to have been dragged out in this weather…
Not much choice on the menu, but everything we ordered was delightful.
After lunch, I literally had to tug my squire by the sleeve to accompany me on a little walk around the village. He hates wet weather. But I think England is romantic in the rain.
Scampering under the drizzle, we made our way to the village church and had a contemplative moment inside.
During the Middle Ages, the Cotswolds enjoyed a booming wool trade and the area became very prosperous. As a result, there are many handsome churches dotted around the countryside built of this yellow Jurassic limestone. I can’t get over how dignified and sumptuous it looks!
We hid out in the dusty old church, escaping the rain for a while.
When it reduced to a sprinkle, we dashed back to the car, and whizzed home to snuggle up with a hot cup of tea.