FLAT OUT IN THE COTSWOLDS

Barking big apologies everybloggie. Been a bit like Lacie. All behind. Haaaaaa!!!(in visiting) Haven't even barked about how my incredible shrinking self, Little Eric, escorted two flat girlies to the Cotswolds for a bit of a break. Did my best to show them A Merry Can Girlies all things Great about Britain.



And Rightly Royal. But that Lacie. Before I finished barking the second chorus of Rule Britannia . . .



she was like a rash over these two local dude Door Stops. Arranging a Double Door date for herself and Asta. Serve Lacie right if she's eventually left on that shelf ...ooooo haaaaaaaaaa!!!!. On the other paw. Asta the sweet pea. Could hardy contain hew disbelief when she saw the lights on Broadway (in the Cotswolds).

See it? That one street light on the right. Our Broadway is something to bark about too. One of the most beautiful villages in this old England.



With it's long grass lined street . . .



stuffed full of 16th Century limestone buildings and delicious honey coloured Cotswold stone houses . . .







with higgedlypiggedly, rough and tumble dry stone walls . . .



and every garden flaunting manicured topiary trimmings . . .



and properly perfect . . .



garden statues . . .



Let alone quaint Shopeee's. Took them flats for a smoothie or few down the local pubs too..



Raised a glass in this one for my hound dog sweetie Toffee pupcake . . .



And in this one could hardly believe their mince pies!!! That date IS 947!!!! And Yep. The door. A tree trunk all unshaped at the front.



Course. Mom dragged us along to one of her flavourite places . . .



for a spot of tea. Shopping too in the pretty converted barns . . .





Teeehee!!! Not that we three . . .



or my pal Dexter and his wirey still life lookielike were allowed inside.



Course. Me and the flat girlies did think of everybloggie. But. Before my little square self scoots. Let's dispel a myth once and for all. Despite Asta weawing her waincoat. Everywhere we went. Didn't rain once!!!