So Happy New Year to you all. I hope the holiday season saw you all in good stead and that you all gained a suitable amount of winter weight.
So as you may have guessed from the post title, I went to the Cotswolds over the holiday period, which was in fact my Christmas present from Jonathan.
In the county of Oxfordshire, lives the small village of Burford. If you ever find yourself wanting a weekend away in the British countryside, I could not recommend this place more. It is the epitome of everything that you want from a British countryside village; sporting more old style pubs than convenience stores, and shops selling more Barbour jackets and Hunter willies than there are people.
The small town was unbelievably quaint, owing to its old cottages lining the “high street,” particularly at night when the trees were decked with Christmas fairy lights.
Our choice of places to eat lunch were a number of independent small coffee and cake shops, and our dinner was made from the choice of which pub had the nicest selection of traditional British pub grub.
Nearby, around a 30 minute car journey, there is unsurprisingly another beautiful little village called Woodstock (no relation). This little village homes a not so little palace, Blenheim Palace to be exact, the birth place to the one and only Winston Churchill and home to the 12th Duke and Duchess of Marlborough. A beautiful palace with vast grounds to walk around i.e. our entertainment for the day.
My future home. Not that I have high expectations or anything.
Jonny in a tree. Obviously.
En route home we thought we would have a little stop over in Oxford for lunch and have a little wonder around the university buildings.
Beautiful weather with beautiful surroundings so all round a beautiful weekend in the country.