On a whim, as weekends are best planned, we hopped over the English channel to conquer the Cotwolds (and as many pubs as we could possibly fit inside of 48 hours). All winter, I’ve been longing to revisit the English countryside, tuck into a Beef Wellington with a pint of ale beside the roaring fireplace of a traditional pub– as British and as old as they come. So that was my goal for the weekend, among a few other things…
