the cotswolds

it´s a fairy tale place, where princes live and call into the pub for the odd half pint with the locals; where pop stars inhabit castles and handsome young girls called Cressinda and Tasha, their jodhpur-clad bums rising and falling in unison, give you a friendly wave as you drive slowly past their horses. It only rains at night in the cotswolds, and the streets are dry again by seven fifteen.

Have a moan - the beers are on me !!

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