A Country Walk to Snowshill

We woke to a heavy mist which was quickly replaced by a clear blue sky. Johnnie and I set off for a walk to a nearby village with a picnic lunch on our backs. We were planning on going along the Cotswold Way, which is clearly marked, but we must have missed one post as we soon realised that we were no longer on the track. However, we walked up and up through fields and past farm houses until suddenly we saw Snowshill perched on the hillside opposite us.

It is such a delightfully quaint little village - tiny houses snuggled together, different shapes and sizes and old. We walked along the hills opposite until we hit a road that took us into the village, where we sat in the garden of the pub and ate our lunch - crusty bread with brie and pate, and fresh apples we had bought by the side of the road earlier.

On our way home we climbed another ridge, and then descended through a dense forest to a farm that was selling eggs in an esky by the side of the road. I bought a dozen for two pounds. I met the farmer's wife, a young woman with a four month old baby. She told me she has a Godfather who lives in Padddington, Sydney. My Godmother lives in Broadway - the next village to her! Her Granny lived in Manly, so she knew Sydney quite well. We met her in the middle of no where!

We came home very hot and tired, and my friend Libby called - she lives in Paris and we had a very long chat. Johnnie will be visiting her family in ten days and Keith and I will visit after this. This evening we have been invited to "drinks" with one of our neighbours, who are incredibly friendly and welcoming.