…and didn’t need access to the motorway to get anywhere quickly, I’d live in the Cotswolds. I’ve loved visiting this corner of the UK since I arrived twelve years ago. Thing is, every time I visit I remember why I don’t actually want to live here. It’s rammed every summer with Japanese and American tourists mispronouncing everything in sight. And I despise crowds as much as I hate mispronunciations. But there is a reason why they flock to the place, so let’s check out what they are staring at…
Oooh, get your period drama fix here. But leave it here. Famously, Sir Henry Ford tried to BUY this street (Arlington Row in Bibury) to take it back to America. Thankfully there is a souvenir shop now so Americans can buy Cotswold tat and leave the good stuff for the rest of us to enjoy.
Fair play though, it’s pretty nice.
Want to own a bit yourself? The Dog says you just need to lift your leg. He owns half the village now. He couldn’t be happier about his ‘purchase’.
It’s not just Bibury that they flock to, here’s a midweek summer day in Bourton-on-the-Water.
Frankly, to escape the crowds, you need to head to the less well known Cotswold villages. Like the Slaughters (Upper and Lower). Still plenty of tourists, but at least you have some elbow room to check out the cute cottages.
Maybe take in some lunch if you can’t justify the £400 a night on a standard double room somewhere like this.
And a glass of fizz at The Slaughters Inn across the road.
My favourite place of all is Chipping Campden. Yes, I’ve already checked ‘rightmove’ to see whether I can afford to live here (I can’t) but already I’m planning another visit.
Ugh, the gorgeousness, it kills me.
And finally, a gratuitous shot of The Dog on the streets of Chipping Campden. Looking forlorn as his holiday drew to a close.