A trip to the Cotswolds had been a long time coming for me. I’d always wanted to go since my masters days, but never had the opportunity until 4 years later. This time, we planned it for my birthday. A birthday in the Cotswolds in the fall would be more than enough for me.
The places we visited turned out to be a disappointment, except for the Slaughters. I almost skipped it as I thought I wouldn’t miss much, judging from the experiences with other towns we went to during the trip. H convinced me to go, so I half-heartedly said yes.
If you think of a gory place upon hearing The Slaughters, you couldn’t be more wrong (although, it’s understandable). It is said that the name comes from ‘slohtre’, an Old English word that means slough or muddy place. Although it wasn’t so much of a muddy place today, the name stays.