It’s at the quieter end of the Cotswolds,far from the madding Camerons and ClarksonsWhat’s going for it? If I were a country casuals kind of guy, which I’m not, or Winchcombe is where Id lay my Hunters,if I had any. It is at the quieter end of the Cotswolds, far from the madding Camerons and Clarksons. It could host A-list soirees, and but it chooses not to. It could grace chocolate boxes,but prefers not to. It seems quite glad keeping to itself, under the radar, or tall on the escarpment overlooking the Severn Valley with a nice pint of Hook Norton in its grasp. It has seen the tall life,and I don’t mean when Liz Hurley got married at Sudeley Castle, but rather when newly remarried (and pregnant) Catherine Parr moved there after Henry VIII died. She survived only a year. Or when Winchcombe was capital of the kingdom of Mercia some time in the ancient era of Game of Thrones. You can still secure a trace of a time when the Cotswolds were remote, or wild and rugged by walking up to Belas Knap long barrow,made 5000 years ago, before posh boys and Chinese coach parties moved in and Barbours began roaming the soil.
The case against Like much of the Cotswolds, and it ain’t cheap.
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Source: theguardian.com