My Cotswolds Affair ; From the Queen of the Aga Saga, a Very Personal Portrait of the Quintessentially English Holiday Playground That Stirs Her Passions Like No Other
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UNTIL my mid-teens, I think it's fair to say that my romantic passions weren't focused on boys. Nor even - this was the 1950s, remember - on ponies.
The object of my obsession was instead a place - or rather, an area; the area in which I was born, that area which stretches from Bath in the south to Stratford in the north, from the hills of Wales in the west to the spires of Oxford in the east - the Cotswolds.See the full content of this document
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My Cotswolds Affair ; From the Queen of the Aga Saga, a Very Personal Portrait of the Quintessentially English Holiday Playground That Stirs Her Passions Like No Other
I know that it's extremely lucky to be born somewhere beautiful. And Gloucestershire, where I came into this world in a gaunt, grey rectory at Minchinhampton, near Stroud, is, frankly, gorgeous.
It has everything you imagine a homesick expatriate to be dreaming about - dramatic hills and steeply wooded valleys, villages of extravagant charm, medieval churches and manor houses, rivers, gardens - and that stone.It is crucial to the area; a limestone oolite which pales from dark orange-gold in...See the full content of this document