Bledington

Drove out to Bledington in the Cotswold to see my brother and his family. He's very recently become the curate there, his first job after his ordination in June. It's very quaint, a typical Cotswld village, mainly owned by Londoners who keep it as a weekend escape from the city. I've never loved this area, it's pretty but too chocolate boxy, give me the wilds of Wales any day over this.
My Dad finally brought a present up for both his grandson and granddaughter last week, normally when he visits only Zachary gets a gift! Unbelievable how bias he is. They are only small though, so hopefully when she gets old enough to become aware of these things he will even out his leaning!