Snowy Cotswold country road.
If you’re a fan of English “cozies” you probably know about the Cotswolds. They are the picture perfect little towns in the rolling English countryside where evil hides in plain sight and only Miss Marple is sharp enough to spot the culprit. But I digress. . .
Approaching Burford
The Cotswolds in winter can be c-o-l-d.
We drove across the hills through Bibury and then to Burford, a little village Mr. Curator and I visited several years ago with a London Walks tour. These guided tours are a fabulous way to see the sights without being tied to a formal long-term tour. Of course, we visited on a warm and sunny day in June, not a snowy winter February afternoon.
Our tour that day stopped in the picturesque village of Burford where we visited a tiny stone church and walked around crooked gravestones. As we left the churchyard and walked along the lane I tripped on the cobblestones and my camera went skidding across the bumpy road. That was the end of my trusty Kodak and my pictures for that trip.
This time, we barely slowed down as we drove through Burford. I saw the same quaint shops and the church steeple peeking over the wall from it’s hidden location set back from the main street. Everything was quiet and still on this sleepy, and snowy weekday morning.
As we drove back to our hotel near Tetford the snow flurries faded and then stopped and the lightly dusted fields gave way to green hills dotted with grazing sheep and occasional patches of the first signs of spring in blooming snowdrops.
Look closely toward the far field and you’ll see the sheep grazing in the hills.
This lovely garden and blooming snowdrops were right outside my room.
