Usually I dash past Facebook ads but a picture stopped me cold--I know that place! There at the corner of the building in the foreground, I once washed the mud and sheep poop off my boots, using a brush (hanging on the wall) provided for walkers such as ourselves so that we didn't track crud into the lovely establishments of the village.
The place is the Old Mill in Lower Slaughter. In 2006 we were on a self-guided walking tour in the Cotswolds--one of the best trips ever.
The first picture is grabbed from a page on Cotswold touring. The second was taken by John, of me, cleaning those boots.
And a third, also from John's files.
It's wonderful how that quick glance brought back those very special couple of weeks.
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