Of all the exquisite things we saw in the antique shops in Tetbury, one stands out for the way it so precisely represents a way of life gone by. It was a set of four miniature silver dogs, each a different breed, perfectly rendered, their purpose being to hold a menu card (hand written, of course) at dinner parties. Oh--the price for the set--almost 2000 pounds!
Not quite so elegant was this metal plaque in the B and B. Now, why would anyone go to so much trouble to record that?
Another house, typical of the style in the Cotswalds:
Tormarton, our stop for the night, was the penultimate destination of the walk, a fourteen mile stretch. In reality, it was sixteen plus, and not easy walking, either, so we got onto the path at 8:20.
Our friend, Mr. Snail, got an early start, too:
You can see that the path is still very muddy, but at least there are still signs. Wait! Does the one on that wee post have the acorn?
Uh oh, disaster along the way! Guess we'll have to convert to a relay:
A pretty field:
And a stunning sky:
What seems to be Queen Anne's Lace in different colours:
There were dramatic woodlands, too. The base of this trunk looks like gigantic toes, don't you think? (At least it did in real life.)
A slice of a majestic tree:
One of many gorgeous views:
Every creature needs to be considered in the scheme of things, does it not:
Moving along is such hard work, especially the up-hills:
But eventually, one gets to the B and B, even in the pouring, pouring rain:
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