R and I, along with a few friends escaped to the country this weekend for a much needed London detox.
We drove down early Saturday morning and arrived at Stow-On-The-Wold in time for breakfast.
Saturday sped by… we explored Stow, checked into The Porch House and settled down with glasses of wine and a pack of cards in the unusually warm Halloween sunshine.
The afternoon slipped by with the Rugby World Cup final and a few glasses of fizz in the Porch House’s snug before dinner.
^ doesn’t R make a good waiter!
^ Sam looking terribly dapper…
^ Team selfie (and half my face)
Dinner was at The Old Butchers, and we keep it photo-free – but if you ever happen to be in Stow make sure you book a meal here, it was exceptional.
We woke on Sunday to clear skies and full on sunshine.
After a hearty breakfast of crumpets, bacon, eggs, toast and tea we pulled on coats and boots and headed off to find Bourton-On-The-Water.
We found a walk from Stow to Bourton called the ‘Meadows and Mills’ and set off (after lying to the boys about the length of said walk… sorry boys)
It took us down a small farm track and out to beautiful meadows stretching out as far as we could see.
^ England’s newest boy band?
We stopped for a quick hilltop selfie and then continue down through the woods and out into farmland, a lot of mud and a few grazing cows.
^ I can’t get over these autumn colours!
We found our dream team house – and decided then and there we would all be retiring to the Cotswolds.
The walk takes you through a small village called Lower Slaughter before ending up at Bourton-On-The-Water. As picturesque as Bourton is, it’s also much more touristy that we had anticipated.
With our Sunday Roast looking like it would end up being in an average and overpriced pub, we headed back to Lower Slaughter in search of something a bit more low-key.
On the way to Bourton we had passed The Slaughters Country Inn, so decided to try our luck there.
We weren’t disappointed.
Tender roast beef, perfect chicken sitting in thick bread sauce, the creamiest cauliflower cheese, honey glazed root vegetables, sweet potato and swede mash, crispy roast potatoes and a Yorkshire pudding to write home about.
We piled our plates high and went back for seconds and then dessert (naturally).
Sticky toffee pudding with rich vanilla ice-cream, and the most perfect boozy baked Alaska.
Utterly stuffed and totally content from our country escape we piled into cars and set off back to London.
The Monday Blues are bad today!
What did you all get up to this weekend?