Oh Combe all ye faithful

Today we headed out to Castle Combe, a quaint little Cotswolds village, for a stomp around. We followed a well trodden footpath - so well trodden, in fact, that it was basically miles of sloppy mud. We started out in atmospheric, wintery fog and ended up in grey drizzle. Fuelled by watching Brexit discussions on Andrew Marr, conversation was mostly a long moan about the negative effects of leaving the EU. A pub lunch and a pint of something local in the village before binge watching The Chase for the rest of the day.