A catalogue of disasters on a simple weekend break and a symphony of “lost”….from lost trousers (while I was wearing them), lost reservations, lost the car, parking fines, lost camera battery, and obviously Maria got lost in Canary Wharf which is what kicked it all off….
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Foxhill Manor and then there were none
A retreat into utter escapism, dubious footwear and a near miss on unintentional nudism
The Cotswolds (A green escape from the city)
A cocktail of sheep, dry stone walls, “singing” and forests with trees. The magic of the Cotswolds (if you are able to pronounce it) awaits.