Remember those Enid Blyton books that most childhoods have been filled with? Besides enthralling adventure and fairy tales, they present a pretty picture of rural
When she described a sunny day in a place like this I remember wishing I could jump into the book and be there.
Look at the picture below, it will tell you that my childhood wish came true recently when I drove to the Cotswolds.
Besides being gorgeousy attired with story book villages and pretty flower gardens the Cotwolds also feature some superb driving roads. So when I had the Porsche Panamera 4s for a driving holiday this is where I headed without hesitation or contemplation.
The scene you see above is one of the most magnificent vistas of a village called Little Slaughter. Despite the gory name it is a quaint and charming place. A wet land, upon which this village lies, was called 'slough' or 'slothre' in medieval English, hence the name. This picturesque village sits beside the little Eye stream and as I was taking the picture above and admiring the simple rusticity of it all, I realized that I was indeed inside an Enid Blyton story.
The stream running through the village is crossed by two small bridges and the local attraction is a converted mill (with the chimney) with original water wheel selling craft type products.
To give you a geographical fix on this region that has been officially designated as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, the Cotswolds extend across a narrow band of land east of the M5 motorway, stretching as far as
Little Slaughter is beautifully bucolic and the Lower Slaughter Manor (www.lowerslaughter.co.uk) – the place to stay here - is wonderfully traditional and envelopes you in old world charm. This is the kind of country house hotel where a decanter of sherry is placed in your room with compliments and the hotel itself is filled with ornate furniture, log fires and rich fabrics.
From Lower Slaughter I headed to Stow-on-Wold another Cotswolds town at a distance of 3 miles which were along lovely country roads on which I thoroughly enjoyed the Porsche as it eagerly turned into corners and powered out of them like a race horse with its heart set on crossing the finish line first. The throaty exhaust burble was exciting enough to make a few cows look up from their dedicated grazing.
Stow-on-the-Wold was an old market town during the height of the wool industry. The fetching market square would see as many as 20,000 sheep sold at one time during its huge annual fairs. Remnant of the time is a medieval cross at the south of the square that stood to remind traders to be honest while brokering deals. Today Stow-on-the-Wold has plenty of antique shops and art galleries. It is also a good base from where to take off on walking holidays around the Cotswolds. But with a 400bhp brute at my disposal I really wasn’t too much into waking this time. So I drove to Bledington on the B4450, 5 miles south east of Stow-on-the-Wold.
Here stands the 16th century Kings Head (www.kingsheadinn.net), a traditional English Inn. The sumptuous rooms are tastefully decorated and the food in the traditional bar is mouth-watering. The ingredients are locally sourced and they have some good vegetarian options too. My lunch stop here was a groaningly delicious affair.
My afternoon touring consisted of driving along little country roads through villages with quintessential English names like Milton-under-Wychwood and Little Rissington to get to Bourton-on-the-Water. During the summer tourist season Bourton-on-the-Water is immensely popular, overcrowded and best seen in the evening when the coachloads of day trippers have left. But right now during winter I had the place all to myself to explore.
It’s a very attractive little village with the
Finally for my night halt I drove to yet another village called Broadway 12 miles from Bourton-on-the-Water.
Using this as a base tomorrow I would set off to see
I’d seen one of
Today I had lived the dream!
Information
Go to www.visitbritain.co.in for more information on the Cotswolds
