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Trip Report UK Trip, Final Chapter

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I realized that my other ongoing report ("UK TR, so far)" was now misnamed....so I am finishing here. I started it on the 2nd (or so) day of our trip, but now we have been at home for several days.

The Cotswolds

We left the Lake District for a long day of travel. We had 3 changes of train that was made more complicated b/c many months before when we (*I*) bought the tkts, the site kept telling me that no such trip existed. (Windermere to Moreton-in-Marsh.) Each place clearly had a train station and I was flummoxed and just plain mad! It took several false starts and much frustration to realize that the tkts, had to be booked separately for each leg of the trip and bought as separate trips!

The multiple changes went smoothly and we arrived at Moreton to see (what appeared to be) the ONE cab they had scurry off with a passenger. It was a little past 5:00 PM and we were a up in the air about what to do, the station was unmanned, as it was the end of their workday. DH had gone off in one direction and I spotted a nicely dressed man driving a Mercedes dropping off some people who appeared to be tourists and he was telling them that he would see them tomorrow.

As the tourists got out of earshot, I approached the man and asked if he was a taxi driver. (I know, not tactful, but I was tired and a tad stressed about how we would make our way to Chipping Campden, as I had mistakenly assumed that ALL train stations of any size would have several taxis). He very politely told me that he was a private tour guide. I then asked if he might possibly be going toward Campden and he said no, so I prevailed upon him once more to ask if he knew how one went about getting a taxi there. I must have looked crestfallen (or just old and bedraggled! :) ) He then looked at me and said, "I do not live too far from Campden and it is not that much out of my way, I will take you."

On the way, we chatted and we ascertained that he was completely booked for the time that we would be there, but he recommended another tour guide he knew. He was a delightful conversationalist and was the perfect representative of what we would think of as an English country gentleman. Even on our short (mercy) trip, he pointed out things that we might be interested in.

We arrived in Chipping Campden and we were delighted by it! The Hotel called The King's Hotel was lovely and was so pleasant after our stint in Bowness at the place where the hosts seemed to be in indentured servitude. (I exaggerate! it was not that bad, but this place was The Ritz in comparison, and also 80 pounds more per night, so apples and oranges...)

We strolled around---the late sunsets were SO great, you could go for a walk at 7:00PM and it felt like 3 or 4. The High Street is an unspoiled gem and we made our way down and came upon an enclosed garden called Ernest Wilson Memorial Garden. One entered via very short walkway, but the walls around the garden made it seem a million miles from the High Street only a few feet away. This was exactly the respite called for after a long day, made even better by the fact that we were the only people in it. There was a good sized circular path thru all the plants that were of Chinese origin. Mr. Wilson had made botanical trips to China, and I just now in reading the brochure see that he was also a director of Arnold Arboretum here in Boston! Small world.....

To be continued......

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