I moan about living in the UK on an almost daily basis – it’s grey, it’s rainy and I hate the tube.
Exploring Bibury a few weekends ago makes me take everything back. Yes it was still cold and pretty grey BUT I was wondering around what is apparently one of the most picturesque villages in the world. Times like this make me want to wrap Great Britain in a little woolly blanket and squeeze it.
Moral of the story here, if you ever find yourself driving through the Cotswolds, make a pit stop.
