The Cotswolds, England

And another day outing to the Cotswolds and the ambitions to become a Romantic poet have definitely firmed up. Took a 5 hour walk along rambling tracks through the countryside which was so picture postcard that we failed to photograph it at all.
Our first stop offs were the delightfully named villages of Slaughter (sadly after some family rather than some massacre). Stone cottages with perfect streams and flowers everywhere. Even a fox in an adjacent field (probably just a model for tourists)
The beautiful church graveyard in Upper Slaughter with plaques in the church going back to the 1500s and the impression of little having changed (except the roads being sealed) for more than 150 years. I suspect a baguette probably didn't cost $20 back then though so they have learnt something about modern times.
And on the way home passed through this village which to our disappointment lacked a souvenir shop and had only 5 buildings from one of which an old local eyed us suspiciously as we photographed their town sign. But surely someone has been here and done it before! They clearly have not been taking lessons from the Cotswalds inhabitants.