The Cotswolds — Pretty and Pricey
Wednesday we went to the Cotswolds, where the rich people have holiday cottages, though I think at over 700 pounds each they’re a bit better than your average cottage. We explored the ruins of a bride’s demise, had a deliciously simple lunch in a pub and then headed to Oxford. I’m not a fan of tours, as evidenced by the fact that I’m skipping the biking excursion tomorrow, but our tour guide Richard was really fun. He researched for his Oxford tour by staying in town for a week, meeting a fellow at a pub, and feasting with fellows of one of the colleges for dinner in a hall reminiscent of Hogwarts, but not the one they actually use, which I believe is at Christchurch college. I still really want to go to Oxford someday, maybe to write my dissertation, and I refuse to be discouraged that they only accept perfection. I’m determined to wear a black gown to exams and get beat with a Bible at least once in my life and it really should be Oxford. But I digress.