On the Estate
Do you remember the old television show the Waltons? You know “G’nite Johnboy”. Well if they knew that they had relatives in the Cotswolds they may have sold Walton’s Mountain and moved. We are staying at a place called Walton Hall.
To find Walton Hall was a fun drive on every type of country road we could imagine ending with a long one lane road into a very rural farm community that winds us down to Walton Hall. We weren’t sure what our condo situation would be like but we are more than pleasantly surprised we are elated as we see the manor ahead.
It is like being a guest on a manor estate and we have our own little brick cottage. The manor house has been converted to a hotel, there is an active chapel, several condo “mews”, but ours is two bedrooms and is fully equipped, comfortable and called “Shakespeare”. How cool is that!
Lauri and I went for a walk, wondering down the exit road to see if we can find any pheasant to photograph because we had seen them there the evening before. We could hear them but any time we spotted one he was too far away to get a good photo. We enjoyed the beauty of these rural surroundings so much. Birds of all sorts serenaded us. At sunset the manor house glows in warm hues of gold.
On the lake there are 4 swans that glide past the willow trees and the stone bridge so gracefully. We see fisherman on the lake in the mornings. In the fields beyond sheep graze peacefully and in the distance there are bright yellow fields of rapeseed…fyi rapeseed is what we call canola. Many fields are in full bloom of a glorious yellow. We are told these fields grow a cattle feed quality of the seed. I looked it up and one of its other names is oilseed. We get the name canola from the Canadian oilseed farms. I’m sure marketers figured most people would have a problem with the term rapeseed oil for their cooking even if it was healthier; clever those marketers to change the name.
In the grass across from our cottage we see rabbits playing. Lots and lots of large grey pigeons coo at us all day long. A walk along the lane attracts the attention of the horses that come to the fence to see if we have anything special for them. Dogs sternly remind us not to enter their property but stop immediately after we pass their drive.
The only inconvenience to our little retreat is the internet connection. I have to go to the bar in the main building to get online. It is slow and my only time to get on the net is just before bedtime My travel mates are beginning to wonder if I really need to stay that long or am I just enjoying the bar for a bit. My daughter suggested I return to the cottage laughing my head off, slurring my words and stumbling just for fun. I’m tempted. Unfortunately the bar isn’t a nice traditional English pub with lots of atmosphere or I might want to stay longer. It is just a modern bar.
We are visiting the Cotswolds as I mentioned and I’ll write more about those in my next entry to check back.
I am really enjoying the reading the blog, helps me remember what I experienced years ago. I am so happy for you. This is your experience, I hope it puts a smile on you.
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