Thursday August 16
Today started with a clear sky, then the clouds came,
there was a light rain, and after the rain came clouds and sunshine. Anyway, in
spite of the weather forecast we decided to do something today. This is an old
house, with beams and slanting floors. When I walk in my small bedroom, I have
the feeling I am drunk. The floors are very uneven and not completely
horizontal. A marble would immediately start rolling. But that is also the
charm of this sprawling house, which also has modern additions and a
conservatory.
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My temporary front door which is seldom used |
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The windmill viewed from my bedroom window
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From my bedroom window which is on the front of the
house I have a view of the watermill opposite, now privately owned and no
longer in use, although the river Coln passes under the house and then along my
friend's garden.
Some more pictures of my friend's garden
When I leave the house in the morning for a walk in
the garden, a large group of ducks, some 30 or so, excitedly waddle up to me to
see I if have come to feed them. So do two swans, who almost follow me into the
kitchen and are quite offended when I do not offer them any food. They make
hissing noises, and really do not love me for it!
The local village shop and post office
After a leisurely breakfast and all sorts of delays we
set off for Stow-on-the-Wold, via winding and narrow country lanes, some of
them single track.
The hunting lodge
We pass a strange house, apparently a hunting lodge
which consists of a large dining hall, a kitchen and many bedrooms. Nothing
else. Fox hunts are now banned, but nevertheless one goes on hunting in these
parts of the world. On to Stow, a very lively and touristy market town. It is
situated high on a hill, and boasts a village green with the medieval stocks, a
old church with Victorian glass, several tearooms, hotels and guesthouses, but
also very attractive shops.
Kneeler in Stow Church
Stow-on-the-Wold
Cook shops and shops with country clothing . So I
score in the cook shops and buy a very attractive jacket/fleece, at a discount.
Parking is free but scarce. My friend doesn't follow me into the shops because
of the nice dog we have with us. On we go, after buying some delicacies at the
baker's, to Hidcote Manor
Gardens, a National Trust property.
Hidcote Manor Gardens
They are beautiful gardens which I once visited in a
former life together with my husband.
On our way there we are almost smoked out by farmers
who are burning the stubble off their fields after the harvest. So much easier
than ploughing it under. The smoke makes it difficult to see where we are
going. Meanwhile it looks like rain, so we decide to ignore the teashop and the
plant shop and first go through the garden. I recognise the house and the impressive
gates on two sides, offering splendid views across the Vale of the river Avon. Hidcote
is built on a hill, and the gardens are terraced and divided into garden rooms,
separated by high hedges. The different parts have different colours: there is
a white garden, a blue and lilac garden, a warm garden with orange and red
colours, and deep maroon. There is a lily pond and a bathing pool, too green by
algae to form any temptation to a visitor. I enjoy the colours, the different
leaves and textures enormously. As it is built on a hill, the terraces go down.
Hidcote
The many hedges break the wind which is not hindered
by anything else up here. Just when we have more or less concluded our tour, it
begins to rain, so we have tea and a cake - for me a scone with clotted cream
and black currant jam – inside a restaurant.
My friend goes to see if the dog is well, and I browse
in the NT shop, always a treasure trove, and come back with two heavy photo
books which have been greatly reduced and are not even half price, but a third
of the original price. No book lover or nature lover, nor any keen photographer
could pass them by without buying!
Home in the rain, but still fantastic views from the
road on this ridge across the valleys and views of the yellow stubble on the
harvested fields. Passing through Chipping Camden I wish I had taken my own
car. It is such a special town. The old market stalls of Cotswold stone, the
golden houses, some under a very thick and cosy thatched hood, the deep hedges
pruned in the form of snakes and strange creatures, it is all so very
attractive that I wonder why I live where I live. Of course, I could not afford
to live here, not even in the tiniest cottage. The accident of birth, I
suppose, or something similar.
Home, tea in the garden with unexpected visitors, a
nice meal and the evening is almost gone. It seems this village hasn't had the
rain we had at Hidcote Manor.
I take some more pictures of the garden and the house,
and we enjoy a leisurely evening. I am sorry to leave tomorrow.
My friend's garden