We spent most of our second day in the Cotswolds at Hidcote Manor, touring the house and gardens, eating cake for lunch, and plein air painting.  It was late afternoon by the time we headed to our second destination – Broadway.  After visiting several villages the day before, I started to understand that while each village is comprised of historic buildings, made from the same honey-colored Cotswold stone, they each have their own feel and flavor.  Broadway was mostly flat, with just a gentle hill on one side of the main street.  The street was wide, which might be the reason for the village name.  It was lined with shops and houses, stone walls, and hedges, similar to other Cotswold villages. We walked up one side of the street and down the other, lingering at shop windows to comment on the displays and wares. It was a beautiful time for

We had a slow start on day two in the Cotswolds.  Mom and I were feeling the effects of being awake for over 24 hours and didn’t want to spring out of bed early for a long day of sightseeing.  Over a breakfast of fresh bread, butter, and raspberries, we made plans for the day while a load of laundry cycled through the small washer in the kitchen.  After village hopping on our first day, Julia suggested visiting a National Trust property with a Grade-1 listed 10-acre garden in Gloucester, not far from where we were staying in Chipping Campden.  (You can read about the thatched cottage where we stayed HERE.) While the main draw of Hidcote is the gardens, you are able to tour the first floor of the house and see inside several other follies and outbuildings like the thatched barn, the potting shed, and the chapel that

As our first day in the Cotswolds was waning, Julia drove us to Chipping Campden to check into our Airbnb.  Just a few weeks earlier, Julia and I were on a FaceTime call, looking at potential places to stay during our trip.  She had sent me a few vacation rentals and National Trust properties, and I had done some browsing as well.  We hadn’t settled on anything, though.  We were looking for a place that was historic, which isn’t too hard to find in the Cotswolds, but beyond that, we had a few other things on our list.  It needed parking, at least two rooms, three beds, and stairs that were reasonable for my mom to climb.  We also wanted a washer & dryer, so mom and I could do laundry before leaving for Italy.  While the goal wasn’t to find the best bargain, we hoped to find something reasonable

Well, I am back home in the US, but I have over 2,000 photos to go through and edit, and I wrote so much in my journal that I went through three ink cartridges in my fountain pen!  I recorded it all for my own sake, but also so I could share what we did, what I loved, and what inspired me here on the blog.  I hope my travels will inspire you as well.  This is my third post on my jaunt through the Cotswolds with Julia (from Ponder & Purchase) and my mom, but we’re still only on our first full day, chronologically. Arrival & Burford | “gateway to the Cotswolds” Bibury, Barnsley, & The Pig It took me a few times to get a handle on the name of the next village – Cirencester.  Both Cs are pronounced as Ss – Siren-sester.  You must remember I was

The next stop in our jetlag-countering Cotswold tour was Bibury.  (You can read about our first stop in Burford HERE.)  As an American, you might be tempted to say Bi-berry, but syllables are dropped by the English (or added by the Americans) as in straw-bry and rasp-bry.  It’s Bi-bry. Now that we have the pronunciation sorted, I will tell you that Bibury is known as “the most photographed place in the Cotswolds.”  I’m not sure how you can measure that statistic precisely, but I used to live in the self-proclaimed Apple Capital of the world, so we all know that towns often claim such titles.  (I did photograph it, so I suppose I bolstered that claim.) When we pulled up to park on the main street, Julia was pleasantly surprised by the thin crowds.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bi-bry this sparse.”  A sunny and sparse day is just

The first delight of our trip came when we boarded the airplane from Washington Dulles to London Heathrow.  As we’re walking through the first-class cabin, it’s hard not to look over the cubicle and wish we had tickets for one.  Oh, to be able to lie flat in an airplane seat on an international flight.  It would be such a treat.  But we were prepared to shimmy down the aisle to basic economy.  We passed the next cabin, with wide seats and generous legroom.  I thought, “I would take that in a heartbeat.”  As I’m looking at our seat assignment and the numbers on the rows, I slowly realized we were sitting in that section!  I thought they had bumped us up, but after reviewing my tickets again, I had booked World Traveler Plus on this leg of our trip.  I’m really not sure how I did that since the