Foxhill Manor, the Cotswolds

February 8, 2019

[one-half-first]Foxhill Manor hotel photography: It was foggy, which made the grounds look pleasingly sinister (I find the countryside unsettling). The hotel was head-to-toe perfect colours, inside and out. We all stayed up too late and drank everything decanted. We examined the guestbook – there was a very famous rock band I don’t like who had all left comments using the names of characters from A Midsummer Night’s Dream – and compared rooms. Richie’s had a bed surrounded by curtains like the world’s most [/one-half-first]
[one-half]luxurious hospital. My bathroom was bigger than my flat back in London. I let other people use my camera to take pictures I never looked at.

The next morning, a crow flew down the chimney and attacked Kate at breakfast. I was brushing my teeth in my room (Willow) upstairs, but threw on my robe and raced down when I heard the screaming, armed only with my dentist-recommended Sonicare Elite.[/one-half]