First off – no its not the Barnsley that's oop north – this one is a small gnarledy-stone village in the Cotswolds / Cirencester area. And one for which I got a spa voucher at Christmas, with late May seemingly being the perfect time to redeem it.
Although quite frankly, given the weather, we could have been up in the British Siberian north – twas pretty soggy for most of my trip there with Janine, good job it was a spa gig, so being underwater with hair looking bedraggled was pretty much de rigueur.
And a good way to break J into her new found freedom post AV – although I'm pretty sure she's already spotted that noncing one's way round a posh spa isn't quite the average day 'on the outside'! Anyway we pottered, ate, spa-ed, got nails done and did all that schmaltzy chick stuff, interspersed with some impressive shopping – no mean feat given that most of the towns that way are the size of New Malden on a good day, with stock aimed squarely at the average 70 year old (so perfect for me).
A few pix – taken at lightning pace each time the sun briefly came out just to prove it is – theoretically – almost summer x