We drove from Oxford to Bath via the Cotswolds on a Saturday afternoon. So up a bit and to the left and back down. On the way we took a turn-off and saw some Roman villa ruins.
The area was very beautiful, lots of tiny stone villages with narrow streets amid green hills, originally a sheep growing area. Now it looks like a lot of canola. But because it was a nice Saturday every town was chockers with touristy day-trippers. In a place called Chipping Norton, which was relatively large and quiet, we stopped and I bought a macaroon. Not a modern macaron, but an Enid Blyton style macaroon, which is an almond (or coconut) horseshoe biscuit. That is a childhood dream fulfilled.
That was our furthest north point. We turned south and drove towards Bath, because we had a B&B on a farm outside Bath, since Bath itself was booked out for the weekend. We had to buy dinner at a Chinese takeaway in nearby Corsham village, and it was dreadful. Tasteless noodles. Oxford had pretty OK chinese food, even Namibia had a decent Chinese restaurant, but this place was just so bland. I can safely say, the worst in the world, compared the parts of the world I have eaten Chinese food in. But, while eating we saw a squirrel AND a robin!
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