Our room was somewhat warm when we went to bed (we didn't realize the radiators were turned up full blast) but we fixed that and put a small fan in a window. It cooled down to the point it was coldish by the middle of the night and the comfortable bed and covers felt very good. Dick wakes up at 5:30AM to broad daylight but rolls over for another hour but that is all he can do. He gets up and checks on the blog and then edits what Carolyn has posted.
Carolyn is up in time to go to breakfast at 9AM. Eggs Benedict and Eggs Royale are a very nice way to start the day! We had thought we would get out early but Dick’s knee is coloring his attitude toward life and movement so we stay in and get the blog posted up through yesterday. We need to print out luggage tags for boarding the ship tomorrow and our hostess will do so if we can get her the PDF file. Dick finds a (sort of) computer place and buys a very dusty, USB 2-8GB thumb drive for £8 along with a roll of "Cellie." That is what they call Scotch Tape here in the Mother Country!
About 1:30PM and after some drugs for the knee, we drive to the village center to pick up a lunch from a place we saw last night. Poor idea! The place is crawling with people and tour buses are parked in no parking zones. There are "old people" everywhere on walkers and pulling oxygen tanks behind them. A nursing home has sent the whole clientele out for a day! We don’t stop but head out of town without any lunch.
We do a pleasant drive to Lower Slaughter followed by Upper Slaughter and then Stow-on-the-Wold and finally Broadwell on the back country's one lane roads. There is no traffic and we stop for pictures often. We pass on Chipping Campden and Chipping Something Else! Don’t you love these village names?
find Upper Slaughter Manor, the one with the black and gold gate above, and decide we could live there. "To the Manor Born," as they say.