#River Colne

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Edward Seago (1910-1974) - A grey day on the Colne

Watercolour on paper. 10.5 x 14.75 inches, 27 x 38 cm.

Estimate: £3,000-5,000.

Sold Dreweatts, Newbury, Berks, 11 July 2024 for £5,500 + B.P.

The River Colne flows through Essex entering the sea near Brightlingsea.

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KOLN / COELN - GERMANY

[howi99]

Circus Light chapter 6

(skip in time, around 7 months before the event of book of circus)

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey wait, stop, STOP, PLEASE! Pyrrha don't do this!"

"..."

Jaune: *sitting up in a panic* SHE'S GONNA- *realising it was just a nightmare, as the cart he was sleeping in still continued along the way to the next town* A dream... *Sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead* Just a stupid dream, again...

Dagger: *looking back at him* We're almost there, mate. The road is bumpy, sorry to have woken ya.

Jaune: *sitting up, looking back at him* It's fine, i was going to wake up anyway, with the kind of nightmare i was having.

Dagger: *worried* Again? Shine, you've been having nightmares since we left Manchester and it's already been what, 5 months?

Jaune: *sigh* I guess leaving before being able to find those kids is hitting me a lot harder than it should, huh?

Dagger: *sad smile* You're still upset about that, eh? Can't blame ya... At least, those disparitions seem to have stopped, right?

Jaune: Maybe for now, but that might not last. *Get up, walking up to the front of the cart* But i guess it can't be helped. *Take a seat next to Dagger* So, what's the next town name again?

Dagger: Colchester, the oldest city of England built by Rome... or so they say.

Jaune: What was it with you british using -chester at the end of every town and city name?

Dagger: *laughing* Your guess is as good as mine.

Jumbo: *Who is sitting at the back of the cart* It means camp... or fortress.

Jaune: Ah... So what would that make the next town?

Jumbo: Since it was named after the river... Probably the Fortress of Colne.

Jaune: Huh, nice. *Looking up, seeing clouds gathering over them* Do we have anything else besides rain and mist?

Dagger: *shrug* Snow and hail.

Jaune: *chuckle* Don't remind me that! I had to share a room with both Snake and Fr- i mean Doll. *Sigh* I'm fine with reptiles, but it's something else to wake up with a danger noodle inside my shirt.

Dagger: *disgusted* Urgh, i would have died of fright far before that happened! I don't understand how both you and her can be fine with these things. They don't even have legs!

_ _ _

After making camp near the city

Jaune: *sitting in the medical tent* There's only been minor cuts and scratches today. *Sigh* If only it was as easy every time.

Doctor: *looking worried*

Jaune: Doc, is everything fine?

Doctor: *nervous* Y-yes, but we are quite low on porcelain.

Jaune: Oh yeah, your "special brand", right? *Shaking his head* I don't understand why you keep using that instead of metal. It would be more durable, even if a bit less comfortable.

Doctor: *glaring at Jaune's back* I can't have more because of you.

Jaune: What?

Doctor: *sigh* Nothing...

Jaune: *scratching the back of his head* I know you want the best prosthetic there is. Why don't you use material like plastic, rubber and all that?

Doctor: It wouldn't be as beautiful, and not as solid either.

Jaune: *shrug* Make the "skeleton" with iron and the finer details using those materials. Heck, if you incorporated rubber to Joker's hand, he could have a better grip for juggling.

Doctor: ... *Sigh* I'll think about it.

[justforbooks]

Bibury is a village and civil parish in Gloucestershire, England. It is on the River Coln, a Thames tributary that rises in the Cotswolds. The village centre is 6+1⁄2 miles (10.5 kilometres) northeast of Cirencester. Arlington Row is a nationally notable architectural conservation area depicted on the inside cover of some British passports. It is a major destination for tourists visiting the traditional rural villages, tea houses and many historic buildings of the Cotswold District; it is one of six places in the country featured in Mini-Europe, Brussels.

The picturesque Arlington Row cottages were built in 1380 as a monastic wool store. This was converted into a row of cottages for weavers in the 17th century. The cloth produced there was sent to Arlington Mill. Arlington Row is a popular visitor attraction, probably one of the most photographed Cotswold scenes, and was preserved by the Royal College of Arts. It has been used as a film and television location, most notably for the film Stardust - claims that Bridget Jones's Diary was also filmed at Arlington Row seem incorrect. In 2017 the BBC reported that an "ugly" car parked by an elderly motorist had been vandalised, possibly by visitors who had repeatedly complained that it spoilt photographs.

The world's first horse racing club, The Bibury Club, was formed in 1681 and held race meetings on Macaroni Downs above the village until the early 20th century.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[mybeingthere]

James Dodds (b 1957, British)

"Once a shipwright, Dodds’ paintings illustrate the anatomy of boats, revealing the materials and curves that underwrite the finished vessel, this aspect of his work is explored in Emily Harris’ film for Classic Yacht TV, ‘Shaped by the Sea’, which draws many parallels between the art of the boat builder and the painter of boats.

Yet his paintings go beyond retracing the shipwright’s logic. Rich in colour, tone and texture, they move beyond the literal and evoke sailing’s mythic and historic dimensions. Ethereal in light and tone, paintings of restored boats evoke a lifetime at sea, unearthing the layers of memory that shroud every vessel.

Ancestral lines also resurface in the artist’s new work. Following recent trips to Norfolk and Denmark, Dodds sheds new light on historic North Sea crossings, contending that all clinker-built boats around the British coastline derive from Viking vessels.

As Ian Collins writes: “[Dodds’] life and work are forever immersed in the spirit and spectacle of the sea.” Born in Brightlingsea, Dodds has built his studio a few miles upstream in Wivenhoe, in what was once a great boatyard on the River Colne. Before enrolling in the Royal College of Art he worked as a shipwright, rebuilding Thames barges on Britain’s east coast."

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 21 - Boadilla to Carrion de Los Condes

It was a longer one today, about 16 miles, so we sent our bags on.

We set off before 7 in order to get the miles in before it got hotter. It was a cool walk out of Boadilla in the early morning light.

Before too long the path joined a canal, and it was beautiful walking along with a slight mist on the waters and the reflections of the trees.

Our breakfast stop was 3 or so miles down the road at Fromista. Coln from Galway also turned up and we breakfasted together.

The route today followed a quiet main road with several villages along the way. It was very straight and flat with fields on either side.

At one point we went over a river bridge and we are sure there was the noise of otters in the reeds of the river, they were making quite a racket! It was either that or very noisy frogs, you’ll have to tell us what you think.

We stopped for coffee at about 7.5 miles and changed our shoes to give our feet a rest. We were sat outside the cafe with a bunch of French people and they set off in what turned out to be the wrong direction. One of the locals shouted after them but they didn’t appear to hear! They must have realised their mistake as we saw them at lunch.

Another 4 miles up the road we stopped for lunch at a cafe opposite a large church which belonged to the Knights Templar. We went in to have a look but it looked like there was a confirmation service about to start with a young girl in a white dress at the front so we didn’t stay long.

The last 3.5 miles to Carrion de los Condes seemed to go on forever, and with the road being flat, it just never seemed to get closer!

We walked through the town to our lodgings. It seems a lively place, particularly today being a bank holiday. We’re staying in a private room with it’s own bathroom (and proper bath!), all for 30 euros in total.

We are both a bit pooped and stiff after today so have taken it in turns in the bath, bliss!

Just after 5 we went out for a wander and everything had calmed down, there weren’t many people about. We had seen an outdoor shop on the way in so decided to pop down there and see if we could find a corner shop open.

On the way we found the Texans and Martina from the Netherlands outside a bar. We did pop to the shop then joined them for a glass of wine. Scott found us too and it was nice to chat. They had seen a restaurant down the street for a meal. Three of the Texans went off as they had heard about nuns singing somewhere (can’t remember where), and Tim stayed with us. After yet another glass of wine we had a lovely meal together.

I’m glad Jane and I aren’t going far tomorrow, just 10 miles, as it means we can have a lazy morning. I think we’re going to need it after the wine!

We’ve now been walking 3 weeks and are nearly at the halfway point. Our daily average has gone up to 12.6 miles a day but I think that’ll be the max as it’s a distance we’re comfortable with.

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On the road from Norfolk to Andover and back, some ways from London, there’s the town of Watford through which passes the river Colne. Turns out, it’s got a damn territorial aquatic population.

Don’t uh, stare too hard into the water when the moon’s reflecting in it.

[bikepackinguk]

Day Two

Whew, that was a bit of a day!

Spent last night sheltering in the outbuilding by St Peters, and whilst I had initially taken it for a ruin it turned out to very much be in use by a religious community down the coast. But thankfully they were a friendly enough group and very amenable to letting me get a bit of shut eye, which was greatly appreciated.

An early start was definitely necessary today as there was a lot of trekking inland to navigate the various rivers meeting the coast around Mersea. But whilst I didn't feel I was particularly rushing, still managed to get to Maldon before 9am to cross the get past the rivers Chelmer and Blackwater.

Took a chance on seeing if the ferry crossing was running at Fingringhoe (hur hur hur) which unfortunately wasn't on today, so had a break for lunch by the riverside looking at Wivenhoe over the water.

Only route after that was to head up to Colchester to get over the River Colne. And after that a beautiful ride down NCN 51 on the right side of the river back down to Wivenhoe!

This is all a hell of a lot of riding whilst not being on the coast, though, and whilst an inevitable part of this stretch it did feel like I should at least get to some for part of the day.

So a slog further down the vexingly busy and hilly B1027 (seriously, that road sucked) has finally ended my day down by the beach at St Osyth, just along the coast from Clacton-on-Sea. If I squint I can just about make out where I spent last night across the water.

All told the GPS says just shy of 90km ridden today, which is a hell of a lot more than I'd intended to go for, but couod be feeling a lot worse after that! tomorrow at least starts with a nice gentler ride up the coastline so I can happily take my time with it.

I'll leave it to your febrile imaginations as to whether I took the walk along to the naturist beach for a dip in the sea.

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Over the Hills and Far Away (is Where the Dinosaurs Live Now)

“Wow. It… really hasn’t changed much at all.” Martin said to himself and his horse, gazing over the fields and woods and hills of Ttan Island, set ablaze in the light of the setting sun. The smoke of fires from the settlements of Soh and Tery rose over the trees, accompanied by merry music and laughter from Hinato and the slow groans of half-sleeping machinery from Estvill. There were even a few outrigger boats racing up the Udso river, doubtless laden with wool from Rese and grapes from Lewa to be bartered for Ttan metal and Eniam lumber.

“You weren’t around when this place was Manhattan, were you, Darwin?” he asked his horse, who nickered in response. Most animals, and government animals in particular, are named for important figures who must not be forgotten, and Martin found it fitting that Darwin had survived his cross-country missions.

“Bet you couldn’t comprehend how tall the skyscrapers used to be. They soared above the clouds like only the tallest redwoods from back west do.”

The rugged Neo Pony Express operator sighed as he shook off the nostalgia for a time before the Buckling. “Let’s spend the night in Werside, aye? Used to be called Lower East Side before the signs got all mixed.”

The pair trotted down the hill and towards the Klynn Crossing, a tangle of old concrete and iron mixed with black earth and the colorful glass of static Æther. It was one of only three crossings to Ttan, the other two being the Choro Bridge and the amazingly intact Coln Tunnel. Although the tunnel had a reputation for being a risky route, to say the least, many people took the plunge, since it opened right by the hub of the island, Idtown. The M got lost somehow, just like a lot of things got lost.

Martin came upon the entrance to the Crossing, a simple concrete and iron arch in the shape of Ttan’s guardian, a nameless cryptid with the face of a deer and the body of a wildcat with six legs, rearing its antlered head at the sky.

“Halt, rider,” The demand came from one of the guards of Klynn Crossing, dressed in full blue tunic and armor. “Identify yourself.”

“Martin Jackson Birch,” said the operator, “Of the Neo Pony Express. I bring news and material from the West for the Librarians of Idtown.”

Martin could tell that the mention of the Express startled the guard. The Neo Pony Express was an effort by what remained of the United States Government in Ington, District of Colum, to gather up as much surviving knowledge and unaffected material from the frontier as possible. It wasn’t unheard of to run into an operator or two in one’s life, but meeting one actually carrying important cargo was unusual. It was a consequence of looking for such rare things as unaltered material in a Post-Buckle world.

“Very well, sir operator,” the guard said after recovering from the surprise, “The Library is currently closed to all visitors, but it will be open in the morn. You are exempt from the toll, so long as you are contributing to the Library.”

“Aye, sir guard,” Martin responded, “Thank you for your service.”

The rider and his horse trotted across the Crossing, as a pod of shining Æther-changed river dolphins leapt about in the water. They whistled and khlickked, calling out to Martin for food. He ignored them, knowing that feeding one dolphin meant getting tailed by them until their river ran dry. Martin passed a few others on the bridge; a deer-riding hunter, equipped with a crossbow and long sword, a hound-keeper with a pack of mutts, and merchant pushing a cart full of fabrics.

The pair exited the Crossing at Hinato, as Chinatown’s remains were known, immediately getting hit with the delicious smell of roasting meat and baking bread. “Hinato never sleeps.” Martin commented to Darwin, as the patchwork lanterns of the settlement came into view. “It’s a combination of the tea and the food, I should think.”

Sounds of music soon joined the smell, as trained fingers danced over strings and keys. The night markets of Hinato were never truly quiet, seemingly in an attempt to live up to the old moniker of ‘the city that never sleeps’. Indeed, Martin found it impossible to believe that anyone could sleep through the noise. The music was lively, a string of nostalgic memories that seemed to grasp desperately at what its players could remember from before. Add in the laughter of merrymakers, the sizzling of meat over fire and dough in pans, the thunder of hundreds of footsteps on the half-paved ground, and the thousands of voices rising in happy conversation, and not even a dead man could make it through the night without at least thinking of getting up and joining in.

Martin dismounted Darwin, tying him onto a fence with several other mounts. The Appaloosa looked warily at the horn-less tame pronghorn to his left, but otherwise stayed put. “Don’t worry, Darwin,” Martin assured his steed, “I’ll be back soon, just gotta get some grub.”

Martin walked into the great crowd of people, making his way to his favorite stands by looking to the lanterns above. It was a truly ingenious yet simple system, allowing residents and regulars to safely maneuver through the crowd while leaving newcomers to stumble about, surely buying some much needed food on the way to their destination. The operator recognized the line of blue floral former pillow covers that would lead him to Rachel Jin, a superb maker of meat-stuffed buns and gatherer of gossip.

“Hello, Rachel.” Martin said as he approached her isolated stand, getting a grin in return. Most newcomers didn’t trust the meat stalls on their first visit, but Martin had found that it was a better gamble if you got roast-something-on-a-stick than mystery greens from the forest. At least the meat was fresh, given how many fish were hauled in on the daily, and just as many birds were snared every week.

“Hiya, Johnson! So long no see!” Rachel greeted him, “Back from the frontier?”

“Indeed. Could I get a dozen barbecue buns? I’ve been really craving Hinato’s flavors for months, and outside of Francisco, no-where’s got even a decent steamer diner.”

“Of course, of course!” Rachel readily replied, more than happy to sell her steamers. She spun around, snatching up the baskets and expertly doling out twelve buns onto a parchment bundle, before gathering them up and presenting it to Martin. “What’cha got from the frontier for me?”

Martin rummaged about in his deep messenger bag, withdrawing a bundle of dried lupine and poppy flowers, as well as a slice of preserved cactus.

“Plenty of these out west, mostly unchanged except for a few fields of gold flowers and a patch where the saguaros grow horizontal.” The operator could barely explain his wares before Rachel had snatched them out of his hands and thrust the bundle of steamers into his.

The steamer-lady grinned at the operator. “These will be the talk of Hinato for days! Thank you, Martin.”

He smiled right back. “And your steamers will be the talk of my stomach too. Dear night!”

“Dear night!”

Three buns had already disappeared into Martin’s mouth by the time he re-saddled Darwin, who was thoroughly bewildered by the half-striped Mustang tied up beside him. The duo happily trotted through Hinato and past Taly, where well-worn if palette-swapped Italian flags flew from buildings that smelled of ‘forest grains’, the polite term for cheap flour ground from whatever forgers could find on Ttan Island. The area didn’t have access to the relatively productive fields of the Midwest, let alone California’s prosperous Tral Valley. Well, Martin thought, patting Darwin’s pack of seeds and cuttings, I hope that changes soon.

Martin could remember how the great Æther rain upon the island of Manhattan specifically, and New York City as a whole, had completely changed the landscape. Forests of trees, both native and cross-dimensional, had replaced the concrete jungle in a blanket of every color imaginable. The rivers had widened, allowing wide outriggers and a few new steamships to freely trundle up and down the length of Ttan. The shapes of fallen skyscrapers were now hills, jagged forms that grimly mimicked the formerly iconic city skyline. The fauna too had changed, rats turning to things resembling capybaras, and pigeons appearing more like dragons than anything. A few herds of dinosaurs were known to roam the former borough of the Bronx (now a giant field of incomprehensible shapes and liquid sand), but no-one had gotten close enough to confirm their species yet.

But even the Æther had some deference to history, as the Ground Zero memorial had been spared from the rain, and were now surrounded by flowering trees and tame deer that hunters loved to harness.

That particular idiosyncrasy of the unknowable Æther was still driving the Librarians crazy.

Eventually, Martin and Darwin reached Werside. The settlement was far less flashy than Hinato or Idtown, but the people were nice and room and board was cheap. Martin boarded Darwin at the stables of an inn called Westerly & Archaeopteryx, removing the valuable saddlebags and sleeping, as always, clutching them tightly. It was not just his job, but a necessary service to his reality that these plants and mineral samples and postcards make it safely to the Idtown Librarians for cataloging. No-one could afford to forget what the world was like Before.

As we gazed across the fields, he remarked: “I remember when this was all skyscrapers…”

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Cotswold Tours from Cirencester: A Journey Through England’s Timeless Beauty

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The Cotswolds is one of England’s most picturesque regions, famous for its rolling hills, charming villages, and historic landmarks. If you’re planning to explore the Cotswolds, Cirencester—often referred to as the "Capital of the Cotswolds"—is the perfect starting point. Whether you're a history enthusiast, nature lover, or just someone looking for a peaceful escape, a cotswold tours from cirencester will give you a memorable experience filled with stunning landscapes and quaint villages.

Why Choose Cirencester as Your Starting Point?

Cirencester is a historic market town with strong Roman roots, making it an ideal place to begin your journey. Its central location within the Cotswolds allows for easy access to some of the most beautiful villages and attractions in the region. Plus, with plenty of guided tours, self-drive routes, and walking trails, you can explore the Cotswolds at your own pace.

Top Destinations to Visit on a Cotswold Tour from Cirencester

A well-planned Cotswold tour includes stops at some of the most famous and picturesque villages and towns. Here are some must-visit places:

1. Bibury – The Quintessential English Village

Just a short drive from Cirencester, Bibury is often called the "most beautiful village in England." Famous for Arlington Row, a row of honey-colored stone cottages that date back to the 17th century, Bibury is a dream for photographers and history lovers alike. Stroll along the River Coln and soak in the timeless beauty of this charming village.

2. Bourton-on-the-Water – The Venice of the Cotswolds

A little further from Cirencester, Bourton-on-the-Water is known for its low stone bridges over the River Windrush. With attractions like the Model Village, Cotswold Motoring Museum, and Birdland Park & Gardens, this village offers something for everyone.

3. Stow-on-the-Wold – A Historic Market Town

Stow-on-the-Wold is a town with a rich history, famous for its antique shops, charming streets, and traditional pubs. It’s also home to St. Edward’s Church, known for its ancient yew trees that resemble a fairytale entrance.

4. Lower Slaughter & Upper Slaughter – Peaceful and Scenic

If you’re looking for tranquility, a visit to the Slaughters is a must. These villages are less commercialized, offering peaceful countryside views, historic stone cottages, and charming walking trails along the river.

5. Castle Combe – A Fairytale Village

Although slightly farther from Cirencester, Castle Combe is worth the trip. Often used as a filming location for movies like War Horse, this village is like stepping back in time with its stone cottages, quiet streets, and medieval charm.

Types of Cotswold Tours from Cirencester

Depending on your preferences, there are several ways to explore the Cotswolds from Cirencester:

1. Guided Coach or Minibus Tours

If you prefer a structured itinerary with expert guidance, a coach or minibus tour is a great option. These tours usually include multiple stops at popular villages, allowing you to sit back and enjoy the scenery without worrying about navigation.

2. Private Chauffeur Tours

For a more personalized experience, consider hiring a private driver or chauffeur service. This allows for flexibility in your itinerary and a more luxurious, stress-free journey.

3. Self-Drive Tours

If you enjoy the freedom of exploring at your own pace, renting a car and driving through the Cotswolds is a fantastic option. The well-maintained roads and scenic routes make it easy to discover hidden gems along the way.

4. Cycling and Walking Tours

For the more adventurous traveler, cycling or walking tours offer a unique way to experience the Cotswolds. With countless footpaths and quiet country lanes, you can take in the natural beauty while staying active.

Best Time to Visit the Cotswolds

The Cotswolds is a year-round destination, but the best time to visit depends on what you’re looking for:

Spring (March to May): Ideal for seeing blooming flowers, lambs in the fields, and pleasant walking conditions.

Summer (June to August): Warmer weather and longer days make it perfect for exploring, but it can be crowded.

Autumn (September to November): The changing leaves add an extra layer of beauty, and the crowds start to thin out.

Winter (December to February): Fewer tourists and a cozy atmosphere, especially if you enjoy charming pubs with roaring fires.

Tips for a Memorable Cotswold Tour from Cirencester

Start early to make the most of your day and avoid crowds.

Wear comfortable shoes if you plan to explore villages on foot.

Bring a camera to capture the stunning landscapes and historic architecture.

Check the weather forecast and dress accordingly.

Book tours in advance, especially during peak tourist seasons.

Final Thoughts

A cotswold tours from cirencester is a perfect way to explore the heart of England’s countryside. With its charming villages, rolling hills, and rich history, the Cotswolds offers an unforgettable experience for every traveler. Whether you choose a guided tour, drive yourself, or embark on a scenic walking adventure, Cirencester serves as the perfect gateway to this magical region.

So, pack your bags, grab your camera, and get ready to discover the breathtaking beauty of the Cotswolds!

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Top Travel Destinations in France & England with My Little Trip

France and England have long been two of the most beloved travel destinations in Europe. From the romance of Paris to the historic charm of London, there’s no shortage of incredible experiences waiting for you. Whether you’re seeking iconic landmarks, quaint villages, or scenic landscapes, these two countries offer something for every kind of traveler. Let My Little Trip be your guide to discovering the best that France and England have to offer.

1. Paris, France — The City of Love Paris needs no introduction. Known as the "City of Love" and the "City of Lights," this iconic metropolis is a must-see for any traveler. From the world-famous Eiffel Tower to the charming streets of Montmartre, Paris is brimming with culture, art, and history. Stroll along the Seine River, explore the majestic Louvre Museum, or sit at a café and let the world pass by you. Every corner of Paris is magical, so go there for romance, adventure, or relaxation.

Travel Tip: Explore the unknown places like the Le Marais district or the Canal Saint-Martin for a more Parisian experience.

2. Provence, France — Lavender Fields and Vineyards For a more relaxed, scenic experience, head to Provence in southeastern France. Famous for its fields of lavender, olive groves, and vineyards, this region is visually beautiful and has a very slower pace of life. Wander through the medieval villages built on hilltops, like Gordes and Roussillon, and don't miss the incredible Roman ruins in Nîmes or Aix-en-Provence. Whether you’re hiking in the Calanques National Park or sipping wine in a local vineyard, Provence is a perfect getaway for those seeking natural beauty and charm.

Travel Tip: If you’re visiting in summer, be sure to catch the lavender fields in full bloom — the sight and scent are unforgettable.

3. London, England — A Blend of History and Modernity London, the capital of England, happens to be a city that effortlessly blends history into modernity. From the ancient Tower of London to the majestic Buckingham Palace, London is steeped in history. But it's also always changing with trendy neighborhoods, high-end shopping at Oxford Street, and a fabulous cultural scene with world-class theatres and museums. Whether history, food, or a love for art is your fascination, London has something on offer.

Travel Tip: Experience panoramic views of the city aboard the London Eye or relax with a peaceful stroll through Kensington Gardens.

4. The Cotswolds, England — Picture-Perfect Villages For an quintessentially English experience, head to the Cotswolds. Located just a short drive from London, this region is known for its charming stone cottages, rolling hills, and idyllic villages. Places such as Bourton-on-the-Water with its picturesque bridges and quaint shops, or Stow-on-the-Wold with its antique stores and cozy tearooms are waiting to be explored. For those seeking a slower, more relaxed pace of life, with scenic walking trails and peaceful countryside vistas, the Cotswolds is the perfect destination.

Travel Tip: Don't miss a visit to Bibury, a frequently referred to most beautiful village in England, with picture-book cottages along the River Coln.

5. Versailles, France — Royal Grandeur and Gardens This Palace of Versailles, built outside of Paris, stands as the quintessence of French royal extravagance and majesty, as it remains one of the world's greatest monuments. Stroll through its opulent halls, among which are found the world-renowned Hall of Mirrors, and through the great, sprawling gardens of André Le Nôtre. This is a UNESCO World Heritage site and not to be missed for anyone with interest in history, architecture, or grand monarchial excesses of the French monarchy.

Travel Tip: If visiting in the warmer months, explore Trianon Palaces and Queen's Hamlet for which Marie Antoinette occasionally escaped to a less-urbanized retreat.

6. Cornwall, England - Seaside Beauty and Coast Villages To a lover of the ocean, there is no destination more pleasing in the southwestern part of England than Cornwall. Known for dramatic cliffs, sandy beaches, and beautiful fishing villages, Cornwall provides a stunning perspective on the UK coastline. Take time to visit St Ives-the quaint town, the town that is a hotspot for the art galleries and white-sand beaches-and experience Land's End, England's westernmost end. It also has a rich history and folklore, including stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Travel Tip: Try the iconic Cornish pasty, a pastry filled with meat and vegetables — it is a local delicacy you won't want to miss!

7. Normandy, France — History and Stunning Coastlines Normandy is a region that's both rich in history and natural beauty. Mont Saint-Michel, a famous place situated on a rocky island with stunning beauty and a UNESCO World Heritage site, is here as are the historic beaches of D-Day from World War II. Another historic seaside port town is Honfleur, with its colourful building, and the cathedral city of Rouen, famous for being the place where Joan of Arc was martyred. Normandy’s beautiful coastline and quaint villages make it an ideal destination for both history enthusiasts and nature lovers.

Travel Tip: The beaches of Omaha Beach and Utah Beach are must-visit spots for those interested in the Normandy landings during World War II.

Why Choose My Little Trip? At My Little Trip, we believe travel should be an experience that enriches your life, whether you’re exploring the romantic streets of Paris or the scenic villages of the Cotswolds. Our personalized travel planning services ensure that you make the most of your time in France and England, with curated itineraries, local insights, and recommendations for hidden gems. Whether you’re seeking luxury, adventure, or cultural immersion, we’re here to help you create your perfect getaway.

Let us take you through the wonders of France and England. Book your next trip with My Little Trip and start making memories that will last a lifetime!

[gutta-percha]

going to fingringhoe to finger a hoe then crossing the river colne to wivenhoe to make her my wife

[124daisies]

The River Colne, Uxbridge, 1909

[dugaodna]

im back from my train journey and walk in hertfordshire and watford on the river colne

[lifeofachalkstream]

A monster afternoon mayfly hatch on the River Coln in Gloucestershire over the weekend with the fish and angler Sam Brown who put it all together. #chalkstream #fishing #flyfishing

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The Humble Beginnings of the Thames

The Thames has a humble beginning. Instead of starting in large glaciers like other majestic rivers, it starts as a small stream near the village of Kemble in the Cotswolds. This area is famous for its beautiful green hills. At this point, the river is called the “Thames Head,” a small stream compared to its powerful flow downstream.

From Trickle to River: The Thames Gains Strength

As it travels south, the Thames collects water from various streams and tributaries. The River Coln, the River Leach, and the River Windrush are some of the contributors to its growing size. Upon reaching Oxford, the Thames becomes more than just a small stream, earning the name the Isis. This stretch of the river is famous for punting, a leisurely activity involving flat-bottomed boats propelled by poles. Read More

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