Miles walked: 4.3
Elevation gain: 52 ft.
Accommodations: Broadlands Hotel
Today’s walk was just a four-mile stroll. Once again, I took a ton of pictures and thoroughly enjoyed the day! I took many photos of the fields covered in dandelions. Dandelions are such a despised weed in everyone’s yard, but they are really a beautiful flower and just amazing when you see an entire field of them!
I came across this quote from someone called Peaklass on Facebook. She says it much better than I can:
“It’s easy to pass them by, the tiny scenes that are so unassuming. A quick glance, maybe a half-smile, and we carry on, the bigger views calling. Yet when you really take the time to stop and notice and see, there’s so much beauty in the little details. Maybe it’s just a rickety gate in an old stone wall, the sun shining on brand new leaves and dewdrops sparkling in the grass, but there’s light and promise and work and care in every tiny element. These small moments often delay me, and I’m always very glad that they do.”
We passed through Lower Slaughter on our way.
We arrived in Bourton-on-the-Water to find the place teeming with visitors. Since this isn’t the tourist season yet, I can only imagine how crowded it must get when it is. The village is called “Venice of the Cotswolds” because it has five bridges crossing the river. We found a little tea room to have lunch and then went our separate ways.
David and I headed off to the Model Village. This is a ⅑ scaled replica of Bourton. All the buildings are built using the same materials and techniques as the originals. They even have a scaled version of the Model Village. It took five years to build and opened in 1937.
I love this polite sign.
- To Moreton-in-Marsh, April 29
- To Chipping Camden, April 28
- To Stanton, April 27
- To Winchcombe, April 26
- To Guiting Power, April 25
- To Bourton-on-the-Water, April 24
- To Stow-on-the-Wold, April 23
- A Rest Day and a Train Trip to Remember, April 21-22
- To Eastbourne, April 20
- To Alfriston, April 19
- To Kingston/Lewes, April 18
- To Poynings, April 17
- To Bramber/Upper Beeding, April 16
- Rest Day in Amberley
- To Amberley, April 14
- To Cocking, April 13
- To Buriton, April 12
- To Meonstoke, April 11
- Winchester, April 10
- Winchester, April 9
- To Winchester, April 7-8
5 responses to “To Bourton-on-the-Water, April 24”
I am so so glad you love to take pictures Carla. I ‘feel’ like I am there with you and what a sweet place it is. The model village is incredible, Never knew it existed and the writer you quoted about noticing ’small things’ is so true. Your pictures share that with us viewers, thank you chris
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I’m so glad you are enjoying my photos, Chris. I don’t know if they interest others, but they help me relive the trip every time I look at them. And I can’t have too many daffodil or bluebell pictures, can I?😊
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I love that you got to do a stroll and enjoy the little things!
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It is so beautiful and peaceful here! It’s a totally different feeling than the South Downs.
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T. S. Eliot often visited the Cotswolds. Here is one of his poems you might all enjoy!:
The Country WalkOf all the beasts that God allows In England’s green and pleasant land, I most of all dislike the Cows: Their ways I do not understand. It puzzles me why they should stare At me, who am so innocent; Their stupid gaze is hard to bear —It’s positively truculent. I’m very inconspicuous And scarlet ties I never wear; I’m not a London Transport Bus, And yet at me they always stare. You may reply, to fear a Cow Is Cowardice the rustic scorns; But still your reason must allow That I am weak, and she has horns. But most I am afraid when walking With country dames in brogues and tweeds, Who will persist in hearty talking And stopping to discuss the breeds. To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know. But when in fields alone I stroll, Oh then in vain their horns are tossed, In vain their bloodshot eyes they roll — Of me they shall not make their boast. Beyond the hedge or five-barred gate, My sober wishes never stray; In vain their prongs may lie in wait, For I can always run away! Or I can take sanctuary In friendly oak or apple tree.
Jorry
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