Monday had been a long, but wonderful day. We had a lot of ground to cover on Tuesday, so, instead of lingering abed, I got up early to explore the quaint little town.
Our hotel — The Dial House — was an absolutely charming place, built in 1698.
I’m really glad I took the time for that stroll. It was a lovely, peaceful place.
I was a bit worried that I wouldn’t be able to find coffee that early in the land of tea, but I actually found a news agent’s shop that was open — yay!! — and the nice man at the counter served me a delicious coffee, which I drank during my stroll.
Later, I returned to the same shop to get a coffee for my sweet Hubby.
By then I figured he’d had time to wake up and shower.
Not long after that we were on our way.
Our first stop on Tuesday was to be Stow-on-the-Wold, a the nearby, larger Cotswold village that I’d seen in my friend Janet’s pictures from a trip she’d taken the previous Fall.
Stow-on-the-Wold, which I’ll share in my next post, was just as lovely as I’d expected.