We decided Thursday should be a day of rest or a “down” day since it was our last day in the Cotswolds at Bourton-On-The-Water or Bourbon and Water as I liked to call it. (You will see why in the next paragraph!) It was a very cool little village so we chose to spend the day walking around, shopping, and touring the local brewery...SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!!
The Dial Inn...our home away from home while in the Cotswolds...
The Dial Inn is a sweet little B & B housed in a 320 year old building😳. Not surprising since I saw a huge prehistoric spider in our bathroom the first morning. 🕷 That Mother Goose rhyme, you know about Little Miss Muffett and the curds and whey, keeps running through my head 😱.
A couple of more pics of Bourbon and Water...oops I mean Bourton-On-The Water... (I am sure the Bourbon and Water is some sort of Freudian slip that has to do with Little Miss Muffett and that whole spider incident!) I am pretty sure the local building supply store must have had a sale on tan brick :)
Carol and I decided to do a little shopping so we deposited the Grumpy Old Men on the park bench so we wouldn’t lose them and off we went.
Once we finished shopping we decided to walk to the Cotswold Brewery for a cold one. According to Google Maps it was .7 of a mile...a short 15 minute walk. That would have been all well and good but somewhere along the way we took a wrong turn. Here we are walking along the two lane highway with NO shoulders with traffic whizzing by within inches...
We finally met a man on the walking path. Carol and I thought it was a good idea to ask directions (since we are not men 😬). He indicated that we had taken a wrong turn at the stop light and needed to go back the way we came.
After several more minutes of walking...
“Do you ladies know that it is STILL the length of three football fields back to the stop light?”
After continuing PAST the stop light we finally found the sign. I tried to get CTM and Tom to go stand by the sign for a photo op but Tom reminded me again that even though there is only one kind of poisonous snake in England that more than likely there was one curled up under that sign 🐍
Off we headed up the dirt road. It soon became obvious there was NO brewery anywhere down that road. We soon saw a couple of young ladies on horses. Carol and I decided to ask directions (since (again) we are not men 😬). Oh, yes, they knew exactly where it was! They pointed across a rather large horse pasture and said we needed to go back the way we came and walk around that large horse pasture to the other side and up to the top of the hill. Now that we could see the light at the end of the tunnel and a beer in our near future our pace quickened! 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♀️🏃♀️.
Geez!!! Why didn’t we see this tiny black keg with a tiny red directional arrow covered in brush sooner?
Eureka! Now where is the tasting room?
It became quickly evident that there was NO tasting room and that it was time to go...NOW!!!! 🐕
We finally did run into a brewery worker that said it was only a manufacturing facility with no tasting room. He told us that the only place we could actually have a pint of their beer was at the only two pubs we had not been in yet. One of them was a short 200 steps from our B & B! So 4.72 miles later on our day of rest or “down” day we finally had a Cotswold Brew Co brew 🍺🍺
Catch you on the flip flop...
CJM
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