Northleach

A few more miles' driving and we are in Northleach, a Cotswold town we visited in 1989, with our girls, for an exercise in brass rubbing. I remember eating in a pub while the rubbing was underway. I also remember that the Porsche Club of Great Britain was head-quartered here. But no one now seems to remember it.

Pretty standard Cotswold stone, manicured garden; turns out the property was for
sale

Ditto, Cotswold-wise

Of particular interest: a house full of doll houses; alas, closed

Outside view

Inside peek

Listings...pretty much like a real estate office; the Cotswold
stone house runs L700...about $1100

We ventured later into the SS Peter & Paul church, 15th century mostly,
updated, of course

Northleach brass; we still have those 1989 rubbings, girls...
they're in our Missoula home

And, astonishingly, right here in an open church, Ribera's
Quo Vadis, Domine; not a Velasquez, granted, but something
that really should be in a museum, under security

More Cotswolds in Northleach; note the snot-green down-spouts...