Thursday, July 4, 2013

Boredom-On-The-Water

From Northleach we found a comfy lay by about a mile south of Bourton-on-the-Water, one of the better known Cotswold Villages, and settled in for a multi-day stay, visiting the precious little villages, going for walks, reading, waiting for summer, etc.
Our campsite, relatively secluded, close to town--there's
even a footpath--and quiet at night















The pretty parts of town look like this; the other 90% is
cheesy touristy crap stores, tea rooms, B&B's, and mom and
pop "museums"















This is pretty much the Water, about 30 feet wide and three
blocks long















It's this deep















Absolutely the only thing of interest to me was this
topiary in progress outside the Motor Museum















Interestingly, perhaps only a quarter mile out of town, on
the public footpaths, are three pretty ponds, lakes really, all
privately-owned; turbusses not welcomed; maybe this was
the Water, originally

















Postscript: next day, after a long walk, I came to feel better
about B-on-the-W after a stop at the New Old Inn; "it comes
in pints?!" "I'm getting one!"
















Compare with painting above... Actually, I'm growing fond
of bitter, the local stuff, but then I always do, whether in
Scotland or Ireland or France or Italy or even Turkey,
speaking of which, we found some real Efes at a Morrison's
in Tewkesbury

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