England 2015 – Day 3: This is the Cotswolds

It would be impossible to explain in words how beautiful this area is.  It is quintessential English countryside at its very best.  About three miles down the road from Charingworth Manor is the village of Chipping Campden.  I decided to begin my first full day of exploring by visiting the village.  The Cotswolds are covered with public walking paths (literally over 100 miles of them), many passing through villages and across farmland.  These are usually accessed by small gates along the side of the road marked by a sign indicating “public footpath”.  My first stop on the way into town was a small footpath into a field of sheep at the side of the road.  The field overlooks the old woolen church in Chipping Campden (St. James’), one of many built by wool merchants to “show off” their wealth.  You can just wander through the field among the sheep (and plenty of cute baby lambs).  After my stop at the field, I parked by the church and wandered around the town for a while.  In the center of town, the market hall dates back to 1627, where it was originally used by produce merchants.  One of the best parts of the day was the walk I took on one of the footpaths though some of the fields surrounding the village.

Chipping Campden Walking Path
Chipping Campden Walking Path

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England 2015 – Day 1: Boston to London

Iconic London Phone Booth
Iconic London Phone Booth

“There’s no rest for the weary.”  Or so the saying goes.  In this case, there’s no rest for the jet-lagged.  After very little sleep (more like a few winks) on last night’s overnight flight from Boston, I arrived in London excited and ready to go.  That lasted for about 10 minutes.  Or the time it took to get from my gate to the “UK Border” sign at immigration (I love that sign!).  Exhaustion set in hard and fast.  Determined to beat it, I quickly made my way to the Underground ticket booth and discovered that my Oyster card from my visit two years ago was not only still active, it still had money on it!  The 45 minute tube ride from Heathrow left me outside Pimlico station, where the cool air and crisp breeze perked me right back up.  I made my way to my nearby hotel and took advantage of the Executive Lounge to grab a Diet Coke and some enormous marshmallows.  Completely random, but coupled with the warm Doubletree cookie and hot shower, I was good to go.

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