Day 11

Ever driven in England? Well, I hadn't until today. Mother of god, what an experience! We made it to the wee village of Bisley in the Cotswolds in spite of stalling a few times, various wrong turns, rubbing the curb are a good clip (a bit of cash there, I figure), turning onto roads into the wrong lane... whew, what a trip. Jayme was a stellar navigator. Paula and Jenna politely white knuckled in silence.

Bisley is lovely with its stone houses, narrow streets and friendly townsfolk. We're at a very comfortable, quaint, and cosy B&B called Nation House described as "three cottages were knocked together to create this wisteria-clad, listed village house, now a terrific B&B. Beams are exposed, walls are pale and hung with prints, floors are close-carpeted, the sitting room is formally cosy and quiet. Smart, comfortable bedrooms have patchwork quilts, low beams and padded seats at lattice windows." We tramped through open fields, small roads, and wooded paths in the hills and dales around the village in the afternoon, supper at The Bear Pub built in the 1600s. Tomorrow - a big, big walk!! Lovely weather and more sun for tomorrow.