Merry Old England - Take 12

Our first stop in the Cotwolds was the medeieval town of Burford. I wouldn't have gotten a picture of this winery/abbey but for the gates being opened to let a van in and out....*snap*...Ma, the paparazzi!

A brief stop in Bibury to take pictures....

....because it's picturesque, people!

These wonderful stone walls were everywhere

Seriously, I would be willing to sweep the streets if I could live here.

The town of Bibury is quite literally where the term "cottage industry" originated. Folks realized they couldn't make a living farming, so they developed other means of making money, out of their homes. You heard it here, people!

Here I am with daughter, Sharon, without who's company the trip wouldn't have been half so fun (that may not have come out right, but you know what I mean...) That's me on the right, in case you are having trouble figuring out who is older, ha ha (does this wall make me look fat?)

This is a continuation of day six (two pictures at the end of yesterday's post were of the village Burford, as is the first one of this post). We had the best of bus drivers, Alan, who hailed from near Scotland and basically spoke like Shrek. But he clued us in to many odd bits, here and there along the way. The college crew asked if he could come back to America with them...alas, no. Anyway, he got us the chance to take a picture of the abbey (above, first photo). Also, the public restrooms at Burford cost 5 pence (seriously fun to operate :-) and he readily pulled a coin out of his pocket to help one of the kids. He was the best!

Everywhere we went the scenery was gorgeous, even though the trees were still in bud. Flowers up, green grass....it was the typical English countryside one imagines, everywhere we looked.

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