Monday, October 10, 2011

Some Memories for Jeannette

Yesterday, JeannetteLS left a comment on my post about Kirkby Lonsdale. She mentioned that England has many lovely place-names and mentioned Bourton-on-the-Water, in the Cotswolds. Although she's American, she had visited there forty-four years ago and remembers it very clearly.

Well, I was there just last year and I thought that Jeannette might like to see some photos of how it is now. Which, I'd guess, is much the same as it was then.

Buildings made of lovely warm Cotswold stone:

Gorgeous gardens:

The water and bridges that gave the village its name:

Lovely old pubs (we had a very good lunch in this one)

Children playing in the river:

It was the essence of "Englishness" on an idyllic summer's day.

I hope that's brought back some good memories for Jeannette and for everyone else who's been to this beautiful part of England.


Blogger JeannetteLS said...

Clearly I could not remember how to SPELL the beautiful names, but the pictures made me tear up--in a good way. We ate in an old restaurant there...I wonder whether it was the Old Manse (is that it's name?) I tasted duck for the first time.

This is precisely how I remembered the place. "The Secret Garden" was a favorite childhood book for me, and the town made me think of the book I think.

Thank you so much for this, Daphne! I am downloading the pictures into a little folder I have, called inspiration photos. Because I cannot travel much any more, I paint from photos and dreams. I have dreamed of this town since I visited it.

And thank you for reading my blog.

8:33 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What about the model village?!?

- julie paradox

8:59 pm  
Blogger Daphne said...

Jeannette - I'm so glad you enjoyed the photos. I've always loved "The Secret Garden" too - and the gardens in Bourton-on-the-Water do have that very English quality.
Julie - ohh yes, I'd forgotten about that, though it's definitely still there!

10:21 pm  
Blogger Helsie said...

Memories, memories! Thank you Daphne.
In 2008 we spent 3 weeks exploring the Cotswolds. It was a delightful time. We walked through the fields to the Slaughters, to the Broadway Tower , went driving- twisting and turning at every signpost until we were completely lost- then turned on our TomTom and it took us back to our dear little cottage.
Absolutely magic. Thank goodness for holiday photos. We revisit them often.
PS. I'm keenly following Silverback's account of your recent holiday in France.

11:34 pm  
Anonymous Hank the Yank said...

Howdy there Daphne - my lil' ol English muffin! And thank ye kindly ma'am for showing pictures of your cute li' ol London theme park. Tell me ma'am do you Brits still ride in hansom cabs and have y'all met Henry the Eighth? I saw something like that cute place at the Epcot Centre in Orlando.

12:38 pm  
Blogger rhymeswithplague said...

Although I have been a lifelong Anglophile, I have been to England for only about 12 hours, having landed at Heathrow on my way home from a month in Stockholm in 1969. I rode on a red double-decker bus, stayed overnight at the Hotel Europa on Grosvenor Square in London, walked to Piccadilly Square and back, and nearly got killed when I looked to the left (American-style) when stepping off the curb/kerb whilst all the automobile traffic rushed toward me from the right. I passed Buckingham Palace in a taxicab the next morning on the way back to the airport. That is what I remember of your fair land. I wandered lonely as a cloud but I didn't dance with daffodils. Perhaps you could blog about those places sometime and bring a tear to these old eyes as well.

1:12 pm  

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