A lazy Sunday morning. It was soooo needed! And soooo delicious!
Once I decided to remove my lazy bum from the snuggle centre of blankets I had created, mum and I were off on another adventure.
There is an airfield that on our travels really interested me. It seemed like a place where old commercial airliners would go to get disassembled. Sad I know, but such a great opportunity to get up and close with the giants. I think they are truly awesome.
We were en-route to a pub called the Potting Shed. Rumoured to have hosted royalty such as Kate Middleton, William and Harry, I was keen to check this place out.
As we walked through the door this place had so much character. The service we received was friendly and welcoming and we were offered the sofas in a space of our own.
Having planted (pun intended) our bottoms firmly at the potting shed, in a very comfy set of armchairs, I did not want to budge. To drink I had chosen their homemade recipe of mulled cider, very tasty.
So, I was comfy, cosy and had warm nectar cupped in my hands. Life was good.
However, on a Sunday the Potting Shed does not serve lunch in the form of bar food/sandwiches and nibbles (which it does Monday to Saturday) instead the menu is limited to meals of the Sunday roast persuasion.
Unfortunately, they were fully booked.
Lesson learned = phone in advance and book your table if you want to eat here on a Sunday!
We concluded between us that we were quite peckish. So after soaking up what I felt was a limited amount of a place that had so much to experience, we paid and left. Little does it know, I will be back to do a full review of it a bit later on.
Guess where we ended up again…Cirencester! And we had increased our number by plus one! A very cool Cuz (another H in my life) joined us for a spot of lunch, which we successfully located at a local Starbucks.
This was a lovely Starbucks. I’m really struggling with the ethical issues that currently surround the chain, not sure where I stand, other than they make good coffee (in my coffeeholic opinion) and provide jobs in a recession. Win Win?
Anyway, we spent…ages in this place.
On closer inspection of its nooks and crannies I found a sign saying ‘dog friendly’, which I loved. In fact a lot of places in the Cotswold area are dog friendly! You are allowed to take your best friend with you and read the newspaper with your daily Starbucks beverage if you wish…
…not sure if you can see the little pooch hidden behind the newspaper (this was the best sneaky shot I could get away with) but please believe me when I say it was the cutest, fluffiest, most well behaved companion I had seen in a while!
All nattered out and caught up with various events happening in each others lives, we said goodbye to H. Mum and I headed back to the cottage to pack, and then we were homeward bound.
A fantastic weekend overall. I was so chilled, I really didn’t want to leave!
I shall be back soon, hopefully with the chance to explore things in a little more detail.
I’ll leave you with another pretty plane picture, love.