Golden Stone & Slow Pints
The Cotswolds feel like they were designed to be wandered through slowly; stone by stone, pint by pint. We spent two weeks tucked into this dreamy stretch of English countryside, crossing six counties without ever really feeling the need to rush.
We settled into a gentle routine: walking from village to village, lingering over lunches in ancient pubs, watching the afternoon light stretch across honey-colored stone. We celebrated Lindsey’s birthday there, met up with dear friends who now call this place home, and left with a few new friendships too; travel has a way of weaving people together like that.
One of the unexpected highlights was discovering Daylesford Organic. What started as a quick visit turned into something closer to admiration. Their entire approach, to food, land, sustainability, and hospitality—felt aligned with everything we’ve been trying to move toward as a family. Thoughtful, intentional, grounded.
Also worth noting: I apparently have a deep and abiding love for vintage Toyota FJs. I found myself stopping to photograph nearly every one we passed. There’s something about seeing them parked beside thatched cottages or tucked under oak trees that just felt right.
We ended the trip with a few days in London. Did the usual London things. Ate well, walked miles, saw old landmarks in new light.
