When I called Lords of the Manor to book the table, the French voice on the phone tactfully suggested that jeans and trainers would be inappropriate for the dining room. I couldn't agree more I'm so over jeans and trainers. A dress code that might have come across as incredibly square a year ago, suddenly sounded quite hip.
Lords of the Manor is the restaurant in the hotel of the same name in the village of Upper Slaughter, near Stow-on-the-Wold. It's the quintessence of Cotswold..........
PAINSWICK, England -- The main road through this picturesque village says a great deal about the timeless quality of the Cotswolds, a region of low, rolling hills in England's West Country.
A vision of tranquil English village life, the street is lined with charming, centuries-old stone houses and a half-timbered post office that dates from the Middle Ages........
But, as food preferences evolve, BritainÂ’s great puddings, even the sweet variety, were being overlooked in favor of Black Forest cake and strawberry cheesecake. In 1985, to preserve this important piece of culinary heritage, Three Ways House Hotel, a historic hotel in the low hills called the Cotswolds in the county of Gloucestershire, 90 miles from London in southwest England, established the Pudding Club. The goal: to preserve the pudding from drifting into obscurity.......
What turned out to be one of our 'funnest' trip in years, unfortunately started out in a very stressful manner. But that's life. So let me tell you how it all began:
My partner Dianne Marie and I arrived at Heathrow Airport outside London, some 13 hours after leaving San Francisco. We immediately rented a car and attempted to drive to The Cotswolds. Yes, I said "attempted," because it took us forever to get there.
ED JONES is editor of The Free Lance-Star. He can be reached at 540/374-5401 or at edjones@freelancestar.com.
GLANCE AT THE stone walls inside the little old church in Sherborne, England, and you'll notice a roster of vicars who have graced the pulpit there. The list goes back 900 years.
But it was a reference of more recent vintage that caught my eye last week as I strolled around the sanctuary. A needlepoint pad for kneeling worshippers offered a simple but touching message: "God bless America. Stand beside her, and guide her. September 11, 2001."
That evening, as my wife, Peggy, and I were watching the BBC news in our rented cottage in the Cotswolds, 75 miles west of London, we heard about a survey that found that most Britons think it's time to put distance between their country and the United States in the war on terrorism.
Those sentiments surfaced as newspapers and TV reporters swarmed around the Labor Party infighting that forced Prime Minister Tony Blair, George W. Bush's most loyal and articulate ally in the post-9/11 period, to promise to step down from office within the next year. Blair, the fresh, boyish leader of the Brits a decade ago, has become stale..........
ED JONES is editor of The Free Lance-Star. He can be reached at 540/374-5401 or at edjones@freelancestar.com
I'M NOT PROUD of it, but I might as well confess. I recently purchased my very own copy of "British History for Dummies."
Now granted, there are many areas of expertise in which I would quickly qualify as a dummy. Plumbing and cooking are two that come to mind.
But being a dummy on British history hurts.
After all, I took a course on the Tudors in college. I subscribe to The Spectator, a weekly opinion journal from Britain that keeps me on top of politics across the pond.
I once had an electronic subscription to The Times of London. I still read an array of newspapers and magazines about the Church of England.
But as my wife, Peggy, and I prepare for a short trip to the Cotswolds, that rolling slice of England three hours west of London, I still feel like a dummy............
The Royal Shakespeare Company will prove that's true.
The troupe is sponsoring a yearlong festival at Stratford-upon-Avon, William Shakespeare's hometown, at which all of the Bard's 37 plays plus his sonnets and long poems will be performed.
It will be the first time that all of the works will be presented in a single event.
The festival will open on Shakespeare's birthday, April 23, and continue into April 2007..............
After spending the better part of last month in England, walking along the River Thames, a few random observations (mostly ecologically inspired) seem in order this week. So, with a tip of the hat to author Bill Bryson, who was encountered out there in a Cotswold field, here are some of my own "notes from a long, long river.".......
ARTICLES BY RALPH GREEN FORMER ASSISTANT AT THE VISITOR INFORMATION CENTRE STOW-ON-THE-WOLD
Odd as it may sound, the Cotswold Lion is a sheep and it is the reason why people visit the Cotswolds, though they may not know it. They don't come to stare at sheep of course, but when visiting this lovely part of England they are perhaps, unaware that wool manufacture and its subsequent decline left us with a living history of farms and cottages, market towns and villages.
Here in the Cotswolds the Romans developed sheep farming on their big estates around Cirencester. They were perhaps building on methods and techniques learnt from the Celtic Britons. It is probable that in Roman Britain the sheep were smaller and therefore produced less wool. During Anglo Saxon times sheep farming continued to thrive and it's interesting to note that the words Cot and Wold come from this era. The sheep were grazed in large ‘cots' or enclosures, initially in the Cutsdean area of the north Cotswolds, the enclosures were sited on the ‘ wolds ' or hills. So a literal translation of Cotswolds is ‘sheep-hills'. German visitors who call in to the tourist office are familiar with weald and wold but tell us that, to them, it means high wooded land. In early Anglo Saxon times, our hill tops were certainly more wooded than now.
Following the Norman Conquest of 1066, the church was able to increase its wealth by building on the long established wool manufacturing industry. The open field system, which had been created, was able to support very large flocks over these hills and Cotswold sheep became the foundation of the English wool trade with Europe . By the 15 th century England was so dependent on wool that the Lord Chancellor's seat in the House of Lords was made of wool and came to be known as the woolsack, a reminder to their lordships of the absolute importance of wool. Besides the church, this brought great wealth to local merchants but after 1536 the church was to loose its controlling influence following the dissolution of the monasteries. Fine houses and elegant churches were built and even ordinary cottages had a beauty and permanence that makes them popular with buyers today.
Processing the wool was initially a cottage industry, but during the late 16 th century, weaving became concentrated in the Stroud area where the fast flowing streams from the steep slopes of the Cotswold escarpment were better able to power the new mills.
By now the Cotswold breed was well established, being big and hornless with a white face and having a long fleece. It was prized for its high growth rate and heavy wool clip and was know to all as the Cotswold Lion.
Between 1750 and 1850 Cotswold wool production went into decline when wool output increased in the north of England where newer and more efficient forms of power were developed. With decline came poverty as the area paid dearly for an over reliance on wool. It is ironic to think that our beautiful Cotswold legacy is a result of a long period of poverty when there was little money available for further building and development. Overseas visitors have often said to me that they have in their minds eye what rural England should look like and in the Cotswolds they have found it. This is a place where time seems to have stood still and until recent times, this was quite true.
By the end of the 1914-18 war, only a few flocks of the Cotswold Lion remained and it had become a rare breed. Thanks to conservationists, who first recognised the problem, and in response to a demand for a sheep with high growth rate, the breed is expanding again. There are now more than 50 flocks, many of them in the Cotswolds and although not yet numerous as in past centuries, the breed that brought so much to this beautiful area is safe and secure.
For further information on animal husbandry and Sheepcotes see the English Heritage website.