What was meant to be peaceful and relaxing drive out to the countryside turned into a heart racing anxiety-fest. I hardly had the chance to glance at the vividly colored autumn trees dotting the landscape between holding my breath and clenching my fists. My mum was driving. For the first time on the left side of the road. And she refused to let me hop in the driver seat — even though I had driven in Ireland on the left side and did quite brilliantly.
Anyhow, it took going around a roundabout the wrong direction on the wrong side of the road! before I kindly dropped a few well meaning f-bombs and demanded that it was my turn to drive. Sorry mum.
After my life was firmly back in my own trusty hands, the remainder of the journey went well! We made it out to our adorable stone house in the small country town of Chipping Campden just after dark and planned our early morning of visiting as many of the cute villages that make up The Cotswolds as we could fit in.
As it gets dark at 4:30, we set out at 6AM so we could squeeze in as many as possible.
We decided to make a quick stop into Stratford-upon-Avon, birthplace of Shakespeare, before the crowds set in. As it was only a 20 minute drive, how could we not?!
We got there with nobody in sight, still frosty from the chilly night and walked through the main pavilion as the maintenance crews were getting things set for the day. It’s times like these that I’m so grateful to be a morning person — no tourists around and photos without a single person in them. Also, I hate the feeling of being rushed at sights, so it was amazing!
Our next stop was Upper and Lower Slaughter — so amazing, it looked like a movie set. And seeing as we got there around 6:30AM, there wasn’t a soul around, except for a pleasant older gentleman walking his dog in the crisp morning. We meandered around the village for about 30 minutes, taking photos and picturing what our own lives would be like to live in these picturesque cottages.
Next stop, Burton-on-the-Water — one of my favorites. A small canal runs through the town, so neat little bridges are plentiful. We popped in here for a full English breakfast, stopped in a few shops and moved on.
We moved a little west to the small village of Bibury on a recommendations from our AirBnB host and we not disappointed! It seemed that each village we went to was more charming and lovely than the last!
And finally, my favorite, favorite, favorite village was Burford. Absolutely the most charming place I’ve been too — I actually can’t believe that real humans live here. I’ll let the photo speak for themselves, but I could have stayed here all day and been quite content. Every home I passed, I WANTED IT AS I’VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING BEFORE.
Anyway, here’s some photos and I must say from experience, autumn is the most beautiful time of year to visit England. If you can bear some chilliness, you’ve gotta get out there.