We started with a few days in Oxford--
Highlight: Kazbar. This fab tapas restaurant on the edge of Oxford's ethnic hub served up some seriously satisfying grub. I probably shouldn't call it grub. But I will.
It was goooooood.
From Oxford, we hopped on the train to the Cotswolds.
The journey took us through Fantastically Mr. Foxish landscapes. Here's a shot I took from the train:
Alright, so our first stop was Gloucester. [Note: the Brits don't like "ce"s, so just pronounce it Gloss-ter. (Worcester=Wuhster; Bicester=Bisster; Cirencester=no idea)] However you pronounce it, it was pretty much a bust. The train in front of us hit a TREE (?), so we were stuck on the tracks for so long that everything seemingly worthwhile was closed by the time we actually made it. Basically, we saw a big, old cathedral, and that was about it. But the cathedral was neat at least!