Still hot the following day. We decided to walk up to the nearby woods and check out some old deserted army barracks.

We thought that this little bunker might have been a coal store, but we’re no experts. We are at taking pictures though. HA HA

I walked into this building on my own only to be told to get the hell out immediately as the floor was covered in broken asbestos. Handy to have a friend who’s an architect who can spot that sort of thing, eh?

What is it about abandoned buildings that’s so alluring? Insert shrug emoji here.

Walking back towards the house we came across this herd of cows. Care to share any tips on herd immunity guys? GUYS??

Knowing that it would be hot during our stay in the Cotswolds I did some research on places to swim nearby. I found some river spots online that looked promising, but my uncle-in-law said that there was also a lake that would be much quieter, and therefor less busy. He was not wrong. When I went in the water I totally forgot about everything else and just kept swimming out in a straight line for about 15 minutes. It didn’t occur to me to check on how Oomoo was doing, it was like I was in a trance. It had been over three months since I’d been in the water, and being back made me very selfish. I finally remembered and turned around to see how he was doing, but fortunately Mr Famapa had gone in with him, even though he hadn’t brought swimming trunks. Bad mamma!

The Ladies Pond opened in July but I had no interest in trying to book one of the allotted time slots, all of which would sell out within seconds of being released. Besides, it’s the cold water I’m after. Anyway, we left the lake just as groups of younger people started arriving with crates of beer. Perfect timing.

Nothing says a field in August as much as this picture.

Finally, two pictures from the following day; L reading, with a compulsory cup of tea in the morning…

… and Oomoo through the window in the evening. So grateful for being able to go to this lovely place. Until the next time!