

We ate at a restaurant called Garfunkels, and I can still smell and taste the grilled burger meat I had, delicious. We drove ourselves to the Cottswolds, which means sheep pens and here we saw the lanes and cottages we hoped for. Literally the narrowest lanes winding their way through the most beautiful winter country side. The air was icy and the trees bare of all their leaves. The dirt was frozen and as we traipsed over the fields you could hear it crunch under your feet. That is of course when you could feel your feet. It was icy!!!! In a little village, and there were many of them we found a sweet shop with its beautifully coloured sweets, looking for all they were worth like blown glass droplets.
The flavours unlimited and mouth watering. Of course it was Boxing Day so the store was closed, probably lucky for our waistlines. And who hasn't seen the wonderful red telephone boxes that litter the streets of England? Well they are everywhere and it was our mission to have a picture taken in every one that we came across. I have dozens of red phone box pictures...I love them so corny..... so us!!!! The one here was taken by Adrian and I love it. It is ghostlike.
Who is in the picture? Where are these people, everytime I look at it I feel like I am seeing a family locked in time in maybe the Tardis...and I am not a Dr. Who fan. But I adore this picture.


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