Cottages, lichen, flowers, hedges. Where am I?

Where the hedges and trees reach out to welcome, or maybe dissuade.  

Red flowers above black shop with black and white cow.  Brilliant.  No idea what the shop was for.  Does it matter when it looks so pretty?

An Alice in Wonderland shop.  Never realized we needed one until now.  

The jester enjoyed the sunset.  And I'm sure he'll be there to enjoy the sunrise as well.

Having a lovely lunch while others are getting wet.  Dry by the time we were done.  As was only proper.

Some downtowns are just prettier than others.  

Feeling like a little candy?  Well, you've come to the right medieval market town.

With constant rain and the lack of wilting temperatures, hanging planters can indeed look good into September.

Window boxes, too.

Minster Lovell, just so lovely.

In every direction.

Lower Slaughter.  The little mill wheel was really turning.

The colors of this building, well, look for yourself.  Perfect?  I think so anyway.

All the views of the countryside look about like this.  Incredible.

Bourton-on-the-Water.  This is the water it's on.

I have read so many British mysteries where bad things happened on canal barges.  I didn't see anything untoward here though.

Or on any of these either.  Maybe next time.

I must have looked like a piece of bread.  These four spotted me and came swimming right over.

Hello.  No, I am not edible.  

I love looking in shop windows.  Of some shops anyway.  This one in particular.

Thatched cottage.  We're not in Minneapolis anymore.  

Do they call it a cottage when it's big enough for subdivision?

Life is abundant here.  Even the walls are green and growing.

Couldn't resist taking a photo of someone's back garden.  

Gardens, flowers, thatched cottages.  Yum.  The Cotswolds.  It's amazing to see how accepting the people are of the way things are.  How they don't widen the streets or tear down the old buildings.  A treasure that is really being preserved.  Even if you need to back up or pull way over to let cars pass on the narrow, narrow lanes made for horses and carts, not cars and trucks.  A little inconvenience to preserve something really incredible.