Cotswolds, Saturday

07 March 2016


Thank the sweet Lord that the phrase you are what you eat is just that - a phrase. Because if it was  true then by day three of our trip to the Cotswolds I would have been a walking talking chocolate croissant with a cup of tea for hair and chocolate Easter egg feet. Yep, when I go on holiday I eat badly (or amazingly - you decide) because errrrybody knows that holiday calories do not count. And I dine out on that fact. Literally.

Saturday was more walking, more coffee shops, more food and even more relaxing. I don't think I could ever get bored of cute British locations. My other Cotswolds posts are here and here. You can also gimme a follow on ye olde Bloglovin' here and converse with my fine ass on Twitter here.

















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