If it's Wednesday, it must be Bourton on the Water

Left the farm this morning after another big English breakfast and my tummy is still quite upset and touchy.  Drove to Hidecote Manor Gardens (pronounced Hit Cot), and spent about three hours walking around the extensive, elaborate gardens, all through with walkways and arranged into different "rooms", each with a different theme.  Had to stop for a creme tea, which is a scone, jam, clotted creme (very scrummy), and then tea.  Tea, tea, tea...many cups of tea each day.  
Then we drove on some tiny, narrow winding roads to Bourton on the Water, which is one of the loveliest villages we've seen.  It has a small stream. Which winds through the center of the village with little stone humpy bridges.  We walked around in the grey threatening skies for a couple of hours and a shopped for souvenirs.  
Our B&B tonight is on the edge of the village with the pub in the front and separate little rooms in the rear with a nice large carpark. It's great to have a place to park a car because many, many places there is NO space and people just park in the street which reduces the lane to one and makes driving even more of a challenge, with cars having to take turns to pass.
We spent 1/2 hr repacking all our stuff.  I was so relieved that we will be able to come back without buying another suitcase!  But just barely.
So tomorrow is a very early start with about an hour drive into Swindon, a difficult city to navigate, and then a fight with Hertz about the car, I'm sure, about the nicks and dings which we did not cause....Not looking forward to that.
But tonight is a 1/2 pint and some good pub food.  Our time in the countryside is almost over.  England is a study in contrasts, with big, wide open farmland, fabulous views, rolling hills and then the villages are teensy, crowded, and everything jammed together.  Tea rooms are tiny, shops are tiny with low ceilings and narrow doors.  It makes you feel like a giant.  I have yet to see a straight road.  I cannot imagine driving, and my wonderful husband has sone ALL the driving--bless him.  It's incredible to see the big tourist buses drive down the streets, you just can't see how they do it, but they squeak by.