On nice, sunny days, I think there are very few things that can compare to walking in the Cotswolds. The countryside is so idyllic, I really believe a day spent frolicking around meadows and woods, and along gentle streams is good for the soul.
My most recent excursion was to the Wychwood area, near Kingham, Bledington and Foscot. There were still a few blossoms around and new spring green leaves were just coming out and at times the trees and the fields seemed impossibly green. The hedgerows were so alive; bees, robins, blue tits, rabbits, and hedgehogs were going about their business. It was also lambing time, so many baby lambs were cooed over (and photographed).
It didn’t occur to me at the time, but when I was uploading these pictures from my camera I kept thinking that it looked as if I’d visited the Shire. Don’t you think? Tiny little stone-built villages nestled among the gentle, rolling hills, fields divided by hedgerows, ancient woodland that feels enchanted… While the Cotswolds countryside isn’t dramatic and imposing like the Scottish highlands or the Cornish coast, it is just so pretty it belongs in myths and fairy tales. I love it so!