E NGLISH L ANE I S he had fallen in love with the Cotswolds. The fairy tale appearance of the thatched cottages and the winding lanes made her feel as if no one ‘real’ could possibly live there. She could romanticize about these places to her heart’s content. She imagined visiting the market, buying food for the day and cooking a wonderful hearty meal for adorable, laughing children. She could envision a perfect life here- that is, until the thatch needed repair and the garden needed tending and the children were whining- back to reality. Still it was a reality surrounded by such beauty; the simplicity of the countryside accentuated every stone and piece of straw, she was certain she could enjoy any reality here for as long as it lasted.
E NGLISH L ANE II S he absolutely loved driving through the little villages that dotted the countryside of the Cotswolds. Chipping Camden, Bourton on the Water, Great Tew, Stow on the Wold, and Broadway were a few favorites. This lane was so typical of what greeted her around every curve. She couldn’t recall which village she found this scene, but it really didn’t matter. Not that they all looked the same, but this lane was so representative of her idea of the Cotswolds. Stone fences, winding roads, thatched cottages and an ambience that was so peaceful and it made her long for a simple life. She truly embraced every moment she spent in this area.
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