Day 304/365 (15Sep2024)
Sunday was supposed to be a rest day, but my brain clearly didn’t get the memo. Started strong though, skipping the usual early morning walk (small victories!). Then, the King’s Arms happened. Veggie roast? Divine. Unlimited Yorkshire puddings? I may have blacked out for a moment. Basque cheesecake? Oh. My. God. (Diet? What diet?)
Next, Bourton-on-the-Water. Picture-perfect village, except for the tourist hordes. Seriously, how do the locals cope? Also, that Manor House... swoon. Currently browsing Cotswolds real estate listings instead of, you know, chilling.
Then, the Model Village. Tiny houses, adorable. Tiny church with stained glass, mind blown. Tiny red phone booth? We’re soulmates. But wait, the model village has a MINI MODEL of itself! Inception, anyone?
Wandering back into the “real” Bourton, I couldn’t help but grin at the low bridges arching over the River Windrush. Ducks paddled by, completely unbothered by the crowds snapping photos. Quaint tea rooms and shops lined the banks, tempting me with scones and souvenirs.
I ducked into a charming bookstore, inhaling the scent of old paper and new possibilities. A stack of travel guides caught my eye, and I couldn’t resist flipping through them, dreaming of future adventures. Did I need another book? Probably not. Did I buy one anyway? Absolutely.
Back outside, the golden afternoon light bathed the village in a warm glow. I found a quiet spot by the river, watching the water flow beneath the bridges. The gentle sounds of nature almost drowned out the chatter of the tourists, creating a moment of peace amidst the bustle.
As the day wound down, I felt grateful for these unexpected detours and delightful distractions. Sunday might not have been restful in the traditional sense, but it was definitely an adventure. And isn’t that what life’s all about?
