The Cotswolds, which is three hours west of London, is a very picturesque area encased in gently rolling hills laced with narrow, curvy roads which connect quaint little 12th, 13th, 14th, and 15th century villages. The village cafes and shops are all the more charming because the proprietors and the patrons are exceedingly cordial and inviting. Each village's buildings have a unique aura, unlike any I have experienced across Europe. The theory is that the stone building materials, unique to this area, used in the villages as well as the fencerows, exude a warmth that lightens people's hearts. The hue of the stones are reminiscent of Tuscany.
Driving about must be deliberate and, therefore, forgiving because of the narrow, curvy nature of the road network, which appears to be a simple progression of stone age pathways. Looking down each valley reveals a succession of small fields full of sheep or horses or cows guarded by intricately woven hedgerows. There is a checkerboard of brilliant greens that roll about in one's mind.
All in all, rain or shine, this is a very pleasant corner of the world. My time here has been so peaceful. I'm leaving with just the slightest hint of a smile. I look forward to my return.
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