Thursday May 8th
If we thought our village of Ascott was beautiful, that was before we visited Lower Slaughter.This is the ultimate Cotswolds village, like something out of a fairy tale. The place is untroubled by traffic although it attracts many visitors. It's simply too small to allow cars to drive through with ease. We parked outside and walked the few hundred metres along tree lined lanes past green grassy fields and a crystal clear stream which runs right through the centre of the village. On one side there is an old mill with a water wheel. And along the road, terraces of honey colored sandstone cottages, each with neat front gardens ablaze with color. The walls hang with wisteria and banksia roses. The garden beds are crowded with tulips, snapdragons, and all sorts of spring flowers. There are 
ducks on the pond, ducking for food by a lock, their webbed feet working hard against the current. On the village green there is a huge old copper beech tree, where you can sit and watch the world go by. Over the road there is an old manor house, now a hotel ,where people sit under white awnings enjoying afternoon tea in the sunshine. All we needed were straw boaters, striped blazers and we could have nipped over there and asked, "" I say, anyone for tennis?"
ducks on the pond, ducking for food by a lock, their webbed feet working hard against the current. On the village green there is a huge old copper beech tree, where you can sit and watch the world go by. Over the road there is an old manor house, now a hotel ,where people sit under white awnings enjoying afternoon tea in the sunshine. All we needed were straw boaters, striped blazers and we could have nipped over there and asked, "" I say, anyone for tennis?"
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