Today we drove through the countryside in search of beautiful views and old buildings.
We started our adventure today with a lovely drive through the countryside. Even though I was born here, and have spent the better part of 50 years between England and America, there is something about the patchwork green of the countryside that makes me feel as though I’m home.
One of my earliest memories as a child is flying to England with my mother and seeing the land emerge as the plane broke through the cloud layer. I remember looking out of the window and seeing the small, irregular squares of green appear before me. It was magic. Since then, that sight means England to me. More than any other experience, I am still mesmerized by that first image of the land below me. And today, looking out across the hills and valleys, was no different.
A Personal Journey
It’s funny how travel can make one introspective. I’ve always said, as you know, that the more you travel the more you learn about the world around you. I feel that traveling helps me to learn more about myself than anything else. It’s only as I put this blog into words that I really begin to understand what that patchwork of green means to me.
Our walk/hike … okay, so it was more of a walk, took us to the medieval village of Widford. Behind some houses, through a lane, over a fence, through a field with cows grazing and we found …
St. Oswald’s church, dating from the 12th century. Underneath the plaster, and well past the time the church was used as a cow shed, medieval frescoes were discovered on the wall. There’s even 16th century graffiti on the frescoes, from Henry VIII’s reign.
The Swan, Swinbrook
Since it’s Sunday – we thought a traditional Sunday Dinner sounded like a good idea after all that hiking, er… walking. We found ourselves at the Swan in Swinbrook. Lovely amazing food. Great ambiance. The walls of the pub display pictures of the Mitford sisters, well-known and influential.
I had the Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding! Delicious.
After lunch, we meandered our way back to the fairytale cottage through one village more adorable than another. This part of England lends itself to the image of Merry Old England and village life. So, now I sit, feeding the ducks, drinking tea, and writing my blog. Next to me the River Churn bubbles and gurgles and the birds chatter merrily overhead. Another lovely afternoon in the Cotswolds.