This photo is the lovely place called Lypiatt House where Dan & I spent Friday and Saturday night. It is located in Cheltenham, a small city on the outskirts of the Cotswolds, that rolling farmland dotted with small villages of picturesque England that you see in all the fairy tales. We took the train to and from, which now after having done a few times I officially declare the most civilized form of travel. Love it, love it, LOVE it.
We wandered, shopped, had too much coffee and wine, ate decadently, and saw a phenomenal production at the local theatre. The highlight for me was Saturday afternoon. Picture this. You lie down in bed to read your book. A bit later you realize you are quite sleepy and decide it's time to drift off to the Land of Nod. There is that blissful moment right before you fall asleep, where you feel all cozied in and indulged to the max. You wake an hour and a half later, not to small childrens' needs, but rather peaceful quiet and yet even more time to lie in and read before you have to get up. Heaven.
Whilst we were gone the children were in the care of Wayne & Arlene, God bless them. The Steeves are huge card players, and after a few days with Nana & Grandpa our children have become little sharks. I dare you to take them on at Crazy 8's.
Thursday we will have to say goodbye to our company, and it will, as always, be difficult to part ways. But Monday brings a return to school for the boys, and the welcome rhythm of London life.