Day 8: Liverpool to The Cotswolds
I checked out early for a four hour train ride to Moreton-in-Marsh in the Costwolds with two changes on the way. I was more excited about this stop than any other – I was walking into a postcard, at least going by the pictures I had seen of the region.
I was not to be disappointed. I checked into Bell Inn, a legendary hotel of sorts in the Cotswolds. The afternoon was spent walking along the streets and neighbouring farms of the town allowing me to indulge in a leisurely lunch followed by tea. And overcast afternoon gave way to open skies as the sun came down, lighting up the town in an ethereal golden light with deep blue skies above. There is not much to do here, except feel happy for being where you are. Being a vegetarian, the only restaurant that I could find suitable was ASK – not expecting it to be busy in this sparsely populated, sleepy town. I was mistaken – I had to wait an hour before I got a table. A pasta was all I could have after devouring large helpings of cake all afternoon.
Day 9: In the Costwolds, then on to London
I was picked up by my guide in the morning to be taken around the many villages of the Cotswolds. It did not take me long to want to make a second, or even first, home here. Many others have had the same idea – many a house are owned by the well off living in London who drop by on weekends and holidays. This does push the price of real estate up, but still a fraction of what one would pay in the capital.
I wish I had a car to myself and more time to spend in the Costwolds – I would drive through its winding meadows, stopping by farms and streams to picnic, and feeling even happier than the previous evening. A lunch of cucumber sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and tea was the cherry on the trip taking me to London as the final stop.
A short ride to London took an hour longer than usual when the train broke down – and I had to wait for an alternative to come through. I reached London in the evening, checked into Park Grand London Paddington, strolled around Covent Garden before calling it a day. The big city noise felt anti-climatic after the pristine quiet of the last nine days.