Stayed in Woodstock a couple of nights ago, another prosperous little Cotswolds town. Took an early morning stroll around the place before the gates to Blenheim Palace were opened to the riff-raff. Like the advertising slogan which used to promote Stella Artois beer, Woodstock is “reassuringly expensive” (though a sign outside the King’s Head suggests that even the good people of Woodstock are not immune to a bargain: “50% off champagne and Prosecco every Wednesday”).
Back in Hartley Wintney now with sister Kari, who is recuperating after surgery. I learned two new things yesterday: how to scramble an egg, and the fact that jetlag only happens if you fly east/west or west/east (rather than north/south or south/north)…
The village of Lower Slaughter in the Cotswolds...
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