My friend Jane and I arrived in a little town called Painswick yesterday. We had a very rude awakening when our little, very old lady from the B & B picked us up at the Gloucester train station. At first she was all cuteness and we thought the great good luck of Wales and Mo and Carol, our welsh caretakers, was going to carry on to the twee little world of small town England. But as we nearly lost our lives in the little sports car with Elizabeth driving a clutch that she could not operate and telling us how the "Blacks" were ruining London and the the "Greens" were driving up the gas prices, we thought life had taken a turn for the worse.
But we took a deep breath and realized that our dear old Elizabeth was probably born in the early 1900's and needed the patience we would accord our grandparents who had lived to see the world change so much, so quickly.
Walking around Painswick is like walking around a postcard...it is all stone and flower gardens and beauty. And the winding paths led us to a little eatery called Olivia's....where magic happened. We found ourselves a job...for the night.....
I hate to leave you at that junction, but I've just been told I have to vacate the library Internet....just rest assured that the magic of Wales has blessed us...I should say the magic of this trip still continues to sparkle down on me and I cannot wait to tell you more!