Gloucestershire Sheen

Took a day trip to Gloucestershire today, and tripped over several of its famed Cotswold villages. The tripping was actually quite deliberate, but it still hurts to stub your toe on all that stonework.

Went to Stow on the Wold, Bourton on the Water, the Slaughters (Upper and Lower), Pastrami on Rye, Cheese on the Mold. It was all quite fabulous.

The Cotswolds are in Gloucestershire in England.  You wanna know how many times I've used the word "quaint" in the past few days? This place is so darn quaint I can barely stand it. The english countryside is so pleasingly old fashioned. Although, after a while the cutesy and quaintsy kind of becomes a little claustrophobicy.

Have just popped down the countryside to Bath, which is located in beautiful county Somerset. Bath is a lovely region, but Hitler didn't care about pretty villages replete with petunias. As such, it was bombed quite badly during the war.

I wanted to read a book, The Bath Blitz, before I came to Bath, but I didn't get around to it. It is an account of the 1942 bombings, Hitler's revenge for the British attacking Baltic cities.

Checked into the Best Western Centurion Hotel on the outskirts of the city, which is surprisingly deplete of ancient roman soldiers.  There was one guy checking in at reception, but maybe that's just the way they dress around here.  Who am I to judge, I'm wearing a tartan pant suit.

As far as woop-woop goes, this hotel is definitely in it.  But fortunately we are travelling with Ailish, our Irish navigatory machine, and Merv, our Mercedes Benz hire car, so all is well.