Green Hills and old houses

Wow, we have had the best weekend! I have seen more shades of green than I have ever seen before. Add a beach and the English countryside is what heaven looks like. On Saturday we went to Stratford upon Avon and had lunch across the road from Anne Hathaway's house. She was William Shakespere's wife. We drove through town then drove to Broadway, not in New York. Everything is so old and beautiful. I think I must be getting old too because I have never really liked old things but I love these places. I really liked wandering through town looking at the quaint shops. That is not usually like me but I loved it. We drove through Upper Slaughter, then stopped a while in Lower Slaughter then went to Boughton - On- The Water for a devonshire tea, next to a lovely little brook. It is so pretty and all the houses are realy old and look fantastic. I dont know who made up the silly names for these places.
We stayed at a B&B that was built in 1580 in a tiny little village called Pitchcombe. That blew my mind. It was 200 years before the first fleet came to Australia. That is the house in the picture. Queen Elizabeth 1 was on the throne. How come our houses only last 100 years if we are lucky? We had dinner at the Edgemoor Inn overlooking the Painswick Valley. All the houses are so old it it like looking at something from hundreds of years ago. You can not see any sign of modern civilisation. It did not come out all that well in the photos but the views were magnificent. For dinner I had ostrich, just because I could and I was in an adventurous mood. I dont know that I would choose it again.
Today we drove into South Wales (not new). It is hillier and even more green. We had coffee on the terrace of a pub by a quiet river. It was beautiful. They have even stranger names for towns in Wales with peculiar spellings.
On the way back, we went to Bath, another beautiful place, in England. Again everything is really old and all the houses look the same, but different to other places we went to. That is where Jane Austen is from and there was a Jane Ausen place there but we didnt feel like paying for it, when we are not really into it anyway.
Anyway, tomorrow morning we are off to Scotland on the 10am train from Kings Cross Station. I probably won't get to write again until Friday.