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Published: July 31st 2015
Wyre Piddle
A quiet little village.Saturday 25 July 2015
We have waited a while for a fine day and here it is, so it's up, up and away on a drive around the Cotswolds. We have a rough idea of places we might visit, but first we need to drive northeast from Gloucester to reach the Cotswolds area. We pass through Cheltenham admiring its tree-lined streets and large gracious houses, then we are out of the town and driving on quiet country roads.
The names of English villages include some that cause curiosity and occasionally mirth. One such name suddenly stood out, demanding attention. We headed towards the village of Wyre Piddle Just because we could. This did not appear to be a "tourist trap" town, but did have a pub backing onto the River Avon. We drank our coffee on the terrace in the sun, before the sky clouded over and a few drops of rain sent us on our way. Before leaving we did spot the village noticeboard with the heading "Calling all Piddlers"!
Back on the road we had the feeling we may be getting away from the Cotswolds so a slight change of direction soon had us entering the
Wyre Piddle
Enjoying a coffee. town of Chipping Campden and parking The car so we could enjoy exploring on foot.
It was at this point we realised we were not the only tourists on the trail of Cotswolds charm today. By now many were installed in the large number of attractive cafes enjoying lunch. We found some hidden treasures by walking through archways or around corners rather than just following the main street. The soft gold colour of the stone used in the old buildings reminded us of Bath and we took many photos as we walked. Our lunch was not healthy as we succumbed to the delights of scones, clotted cream and jam. This was eaten in a quaint little low-beamed cafe, down a step or two from the street. By the time we had returned to the carpark a bridegroom and best man were straightening ties and tails before making their way to the nearby church. Guests were arriving in stylish outfits and all seemed to be ready for a beautifully sunny Cotswolds wedding.
Stratford-upon-Avon was our next target, just so we could know we had been there. It was also the target of so many others that we gave up
Wyre Piddle
The River Avon the search for a car park and simply drove slowly through the town and out again.
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