Category: Three Men On Tour

Burford, Google tells me, is a “picturesque market town, featuring a row of weavers’ cottages, and a trout farm“. George had already expressed an interest in the trout farm. Harry and I had not....

Burford is referred to by its tourist board as the Gateway to the Cotswolds. Situated on the River Windrush about 20 miles west of Oxford it is, to be fair, a perfect example of...

“A 2CV,“ said Harry as he drove at unsafe speed along a tree lined road. “A bloody 2CV.“ George was sat in the passenger seat, holding shut the fold-out window which constituted climate control....

We arrived into Bristol far faster than I would have expected. One moment, George was working on a clue for “mistlethrush“, I was seeking wisdom in pastureland, and Harry was gently drooling onto his...

“You took your time,“ said Harry as I tumbled onto the train. I was breathing heavily and my face was a florid shade of beetroot that closely matched the tie Harry had worn, along...

The conversation with Alicia went on into the night. Not a lot was resolved. It mostly focused on my inadequacies as a partner and the importance of asking before making important decisions. I couldn’t...

For such a sleepy idyll, the Cotswolds is an unlikely scene for war and bloody conflict. Yet, in the 17th century it was the battleground for much of the English Civil War. No one...

The next three days passed in somewhat of a blur. Alicia was acting oddly. I kept on finding her looking at hotels online for instance. When I asked her if she was hoping for...

Of course, Jamie was easy. The real challenge lay at home. The next morning, I decided to raise the subject over the breakfast table. “So I got another email from Harry yesterday.“ “You spend...