Last weekend saw us pay a visit to Cheltenham, followed by a gorgeous journey home through the Cotswolds…
Dickie had arranged the weekend some time ago and it proved a lovely escape from the monotony that January can often bring. Cheltenham isn’t too far from my home town of Bristol and yet I’d never explored it properly & I welcomed the opportunity to pamper ourselves in the surroundings of another Hotel du Vin (one of our favourite boutique hotel chains).
We arrived on Saturday morning, just in time for lunch… following some recommendations from friends, we headed to The Tavern and we weren’t disappointed!
I opted for a healthy Winter Vegetable Broth whilst Dickie chose French Dip. As a veggie, I know that I shouldn’t have had food envy, but MAN I had food envy… that cheese!
After all of that food, we went for a wander along The Promenade which is filled with lovely shops (a lot nicer than Cheltenham’s shopping precinct) before heading to Montpellier which is my idea of heaven – filled with little indie boutiques.
Following dinner at the Bistro in Hotel du Vin, we headed for drinks at Crazy 8s, just under No 131. The vibe was chilled and the crowd mixed, with an awesome DJ thrown into the mix for good measure.
Anybody who knows me will know that I find it impossible to sit (or lie) still for any period of time… but pregnancy has wiped me out. Therefore on Sunday, we took the opportunity to not set our alarms before a late brunch & heading to Gloucester to check out their shopping outlet. Honestly, it wasn’t worth the trip, but we stopped at Bills for lunch and then headed back to the hotel for double bubble baths, papers & movies. I can’t remember feeling that relaxed for so long.
Following dinner on Sunday night and a leisurely start to Monday, we decided to take a slight detour on the way home through the Cotswolds. I’ll never tire of the Cotswolds, filled with charm & a tranquility, it’s impossible to not relax there (not to mention the distinct lack of 4G, cutting you off from the world).
A final visit to Bicester Village where I promised to buy myself things before throwing a tantrum at the prospect of growing out of everything & instead buying a load of baby stuff and we were finally ready to head home… relaxed and happy. It was the best weekend in ages.
Staycations FTW. We’re thinking of heading to Scotland for a short break next, any recommendations would be fab…