Today, both Robert & his wife Elaine had the day off work and decided to take the 3 of us to Bourton-on-the-Water which was about a 30 minute driver from Cheltenham. It’s a flat area within the Cotswold’s which are a range of hills, sometimes known as the heart of England.
The town itself is really cute, the main street has the River Windrush running through it with several low, arched stone bridges for pedestrian walk ways. Some people describe it as a mini-Venice, without the gondolas but during it’s busy season there are just as many tourists as you would see in Venice. The houses -well I guess you would call them cottages- around the town were made out of cobblestone and were really cute, it also looks like everyone spends alot of time on their gardens. I wanted to buy one!
Our first stop was at St Lawrence’s Church, nothing fancy there. It was pretty big and open to the public but people were praying inside so we didn’t go in. We walked down the road to The Cotswold Motoring Museum which unbeknownst to us, was the home of Brum! My niece is absolutely in love with Brum at the moment. I wish she was there with us, she would’ve loved it. We didn’t actually go into the museum either, mum just went in and brought some souvenirs to take back to Isabella.
We wandered down along the River Windrush before stopping in at the local pub so Roger & Robert could play some snooker. I don’t really have an interest in snooker, probably because I don’t understand but if they were playing pool or something like that I would’ve joined in! Instead, I watched them play and had a cider - not bad for 11am in the morning. Next to the pub was the model village of Bourton-on-the-water which was built back in 1937. It was pretty cool and seemed to attract alot of tourists but I wouldn’t say it was worth the £6 to get in.
After hanging out in Bourton-on-the-water all day, we headed back into Cheltenham as we had a dinner date with Robert’s daughter Sian and her partner Leyton. We went to a restaurant in town and I soon found out what would be on the menu, curry. I’m really not a fan of curry at all, I don’t even think I’ve ever been to a curry restaurant in Australia either. Having curry for dinner made Roger extremely happy because he just wanted to have a good ole English curry, apparently they just don’t know how to make them in Australia. I forget what I had but it was chicken something, not too hot with lots of rice so I was fairly happy. Oh and the 3 ciders I had with dinner helped as well.