“Unprecedented Cold Hits the UK”, “Airport Closures and Stranded Travelers”. Just a couple of the headlines emanating from England as we boarded our flights, then scrambled at connection points for re-routing from Gatwick to Heathrow. We were determined to make the trip, and against all odds (and with the extraordinary assistance of the Most Capable Air Agent, Wayne B) we made it. Atlanta, Birmingham and Richmond, two sisters, mother and nephew all managed to meet in Oxford at the Randolph Hotel within 15 minutes of each other.
Our gaity subsided a bit, looking at the time: 2:30 pm. Ms. Ellen had warned: “Be on the road to your final destination by 3:00 pm”. We had yet to pick up the rental car and schlep Will’s belongings from his dorm room. I’ll skip the part where Mom tripped on the doorstep to the UGA house, banging her nose and knee. By the time we were on the road to the cottage in Bourton-on-the-Water, it was after 4 and well-dark. Driving in heavy fog and traffic, clutching and gasping at the left-sided traffic patterns, peering at the map we inched along.
The “Victorian Nights” annual Christmas lighting festival was in full-swing when we arrived. The village of Bourton-on-the-Water is the most picturesque, story-book village I have ever imagined. The lights and merriment began to melt our stress. When we found and entered Pear Tree Cottage, we were completely spell-bound and again congratulating ourselves for persevering. What a loooong day. We were whipped, but managed to stay up talking and stoking the wood stove until after 10pm. So cozy!
Pear Tree Cottage
Saturday brought a lazy day enjoying the cottage, not wanting to push Mom’s wounds (she rebounded like a trooper). Sally and Will drove back to Oxford to finish the clean-out and see the sights. We had a great evening meal together in the village as the rhythm of winter days in the UK began to sink in: There is simply not much daylight. The Christmas tree in the river with the ducks quacking round charmed on the walk home.
Sunday the sun broke through. Hurray! Off to Blenheim Palace, birthplace of Churchill. The drive past the snow-sprinkled fields of sheep with hedge fencing, and villages like Chipping Norton was a real pleasure this time. We could see and enjoy. And Blenheim was decorated for Christmas. An Indian wedding was to take place that very evening, so tables were being prepared with loads of silver-rimmed goblets and finery. The history of the palace is imaginatively told on the upstairs tour, Sir Winston’s story is woven into the timeline of the more recent Dukes of Marlborough on tour two. The library is currently displaying memorabilia from the movie, Gulliver’s Travels, recently filmed here starring Jack Black as Gulliver. Must see the movie.
Monday morning saw Sally and Will off to Geneva via driver to Heathrow. Mom and I walked about the village and toured the perfumery. Our evening meal at The Old Manse in front of a roaring fire was so cozy. My roasted chicken smothered in goat cheese and tomato sauce was delicious. I think the Guinness Mom enjoys was a key to her rapid recovery.
Before we leave the Cotswolds, I must mention the lighted fresh Christmas trees decorating the store fronts, angled on the sides of buildings, tilted into flag holders.
Tuesday and the two of us head to London: Car, taxi, bus, whew! Arrive by 12:30 and have a light lunch at The Rubens at the Palace, perfectly located for two quick days of sightseeing. We walked through the weak sunshine (poor sun was really making an effort) and wind past the Royal Guard’s band practicing on the way to the London Eye. Perfect timing. Our 30 minute “flight” came to an end as the sun set in rosy hues over the Houses of Parliament. It was 3:30 pm.
We finished our short stay in London with a late lunch and shopping at Harrods. The windows were decorated in Narnia themes (C. S. Lewis again!).
I can’t say enough about the location of The Rubens for our purposes. Thursday morning we trotted a couple of blocks to Victoria Station for the Gatwick Express to the airport; so convenient!
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