In the mid-90's when I lived and worked in London I had a weekend cottage in Fulbrook, near Burford in the cotswolds. Sal and I used to visit most weekends. I had to sell when we moved to Sussex in 1998. For Sals birthday she asked to go to the Cotswolds for the weekend, partly for shops and partly for nostalgia.
We drove up on Saturday morning in what turned into a blizzard as we approached Burford, the weather on Saturday was pretty grim so wasn't a problem in a festive mood going to various shops in various villages. We stayed overnight in a great pub in Shipton-under-Wychwood and then on Sunday morning in clear blue skies and a frosty ground, went on a 9km walk from Burford past my old cottage in Fulbrook and back along the River Windrush via Milton-under Wychwood.
As a very landlocked and fairy bleak agricultural landscape I always remember birds being fairly sparse, but on our walk we came across good numbers of Fieldfare and Redwing, a large flock of c40 Yellowhammer, Skylarks, Linnet and Meadow Pipit, plenty of Red Kite and coveys of Red-legged Partridge.
Very enjoyable weekend.
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