HONEY HUED STONE

Drove down to Stratford, first time in a long time that my wife got herself ready for the time I wanted to leave (nearly) which I thought must be an omen for a good few days away, a good run down, dinner at one of our favourite restaurants on the top of the Cotswolds, everything was perfect until we arrived back at the hotel where the electronic lock failed on the door to the room with all are belongings behind it, I could have managed with most things but I like to blip on the day so had to get the management to call out a locksmith post haste.
The photo is of one of the houses along Broadway high street, I just love the colour of the stone down here in these parts.