I took my wife to the countryside yesterday making the most of the glorious sunshine and fine weather. We hit Oxford first and to be fair, it wasn't really much to write home about - it's funny how it's got such a great reputation but if you avoid all the main attractions, it's nothing special.
So as I was determined to have an injection of good ol' British countryside before returning back to London - I took a slightly less beaten path through the Cotswolds and visited a place I used to go to when I was young called Blockley. In all the time, it's not really changed all that much - still the peaceful sleepy village tucked away in the folding fields and just as spellbinding in its way as it ever was the very first time I went there.
I'm sad that the cottage my grandparents owned was sold but with none of their children looking to take it on, the legacy and history was flogged to the highest bidder and sadly it turned out to be a builder who knew a good thing when he saw it and changed the virtually unchanged property into what it is now. I'm sure it's making the new owners very happy and I hope they cherish it as much as we all did. I just hope the ghost hasn't been upsetting them too much! - but that's another story!
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