Snowshill and the Cotwolds

Next (this is all Thursday, I think), we drove into the Cotwolds and to Snowshill Manor. Snowshill is something a bit different. Actually, it is quite different. I was going to entitled this post "and now for something completely different."

It is an old manor house, somewhat renovated, but populated by the collections of one Charles Wade, a turn-of-the-century architect, and, if I may, eccentric, who collected hand-made things. He thought of himself as part of the Arts and Crafts movement, but was largely a collector...of anything hand-made, beautiful, in need of a home. The house contains 22,000 such items...cabinets, furniture, armor, swords, china, paintings, ship models, early bicycles, glassware, musical instruments (three hurdy-gurdies and three oboes!), and on and on and on and on. You name it, there's one there. Probably three.

Personally, I think it's important to visit quirky things now and then. England has much to offer in this regard.

After Snowshill, we meandered through the beautiful Cotwolds and then back south toward Windsor, where we stayed overnight  at a quiet farm campground.

Bad apples still life; does it take only one good apple to spoil the bunch?

Snowshill Manor; from the outside, you can only guess what weirdness lurks 
within; and the National Trust does not permit photography

View form the garden; Wade wasn't entirely daft

Free? Can you take just an animal and not a child?

Cotswold house

Another

Main street, Chirping Wonkton on-the-Bum